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 © | Year Posted 2016

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