Fairy Tale
The unwed moon
rowing like a swan on blue lake
after making love to silence.
Dignified shadows
walk on black beach
gathering white heels.
Only lunatics will sing
in shapeless lines.
Who cares for a sequence ?
The milk of love
after the kids, in night
the moon was drinking nonstop.
SATISH VERMA
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