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.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2017 22:40
- Category: Nature
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