Imploring

satishverma

The ledge, jutting out 
in quivering water. 
Moon was sitting underneath, on floor. 



I will look out― 
for a songbird. 
Something secret, I wanted to share. 



I do not abuse anybody, 
like a mockingbird― 
I make a fool of myself.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2017 00:18
  • Category: Nature
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