Brooding
I want to sit
quietly.
The pubescent moon
eyeing me.
*
Burning .
I am burning inside.
Do you think
I will throw some light ?
*
Hanging
upside down. The
bats in ruins, wait
for me, everyday.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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