Step By Step

Are you questioning yourself
between right and wrong?
Moon was watching


A cuckoo sings
somberly. In a rainy morn.
Why were you not coming
for undoing a sin?


The evenings are
listless. Nothing to do,
nothing to brood.
Immaculate dying.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2017 22:39
  • Category: Nature
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  • Maichael

    Wow. Are you talking to me? Good stuff!

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