Pivoting

satishverma

Under a blue moon,
a cuckoo
gives an agonizing call.

*

Clouds will wait.
Till a caravan
of herons will sail.

*

The rains have
washed away all the malice,
all the soot.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2017 22:40
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 4
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