Writing Furtively
Becoming musical
at the end time,
like a whooper’s swan.
*
The poet sings
for carnations, when
the snow melts.
*
The secret,
you do not want to share
with death.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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