Fastening

satishverma

Identity ravaged in snow dust;
now I am writing my name
in water.

It was not my time,
not yours. We play like
saddened kids today -

under wounds of stars.
I beseech the sky to wash
the tainted roses.

Where do I go now, to find
the stolen kisses of moon -
after I was sick of hot sun.

Take away all the blue letters
from my sleeves. I have
dropped the links.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2016 00:33
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 14
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