A Pilgrim’s Woe

satishverma

Strange. You want to protect
the house after the attack.
Debunking the grammar. Take
a look at the cavernous eyes.
Do you find any rains?
Refresh drops. You will
need them, once a while.

The life. Hides many grudges.
It was scorching. A country
of cantos in politics. The-
language keeps on changing.
What was next, nobody knows.
The trees were there, the birds
there, but there were no leaves.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 31st, 2017 22:48
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 11


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