Secret
Calling back, the snatcher.
After the outrage,
Eros was on run.
*
The lyrics melt
on lips. Moon will
not tell the wind.
*
A sparrow sits at window sill
when I am thinking
and looks straight into my eyes.
Satish Verma
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