Are you questioning yourself
between right and wrong?
Moon was watching
solemnly.
*
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.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2017 22:39
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Wow. Are you talking to me? Good stuff!
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