Brooding
Half-stripped,
I was moon struck.
Can there be any other beauty ?
*
In broken terracotta
I trace my reluctance
to change.
*
Another cranky day.
You cannot write a poem,
for a while.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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