Freedom
It dims the hope.
Eying peaks of flame.
Absolution ?
Seeking moksha ?
Do not become what
you dreamed.
Blue sky and moon,
where the passion was.
Coming and going.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2013
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