Nowheres

satishverma

Attending to my laments, 
reading a poem to myself 
I could not foresee an incoming missile. 



How could you change the world 
when a black and white magpie 
writes the script of life? 



A god once told me 
in whispers, he wants to 
die in the shadeless sun.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 29th, 2018 19:38
  • Category: Nature
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  • onepauly

    i'd like a few more days in the sun.



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