Oh God
Impromptu, word by
word, I will anoint you
with poetry.
*
Moon was sinking
slowly, watching me
reciting an elegy.
*
The gates were still
closed, for the candle
bearers to stand vigil.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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