Grains Of Wood - Poem by Satish Verma
Read me a poem.
The lightening has touched again─
my raw nerves.
I say, don’t
climb the terrace. Bougaivillea
has made it a home.
I have come,
a longway to meet my lover,
the solitary moon.
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