Lights Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Lights



Lights

Was it under a dim light
Or a bright one
We kissed so longingly
Our need for love turned into a plight

This plight of the soul
Turned into pain
She turned into a downpour of rain.

This soul's warning
Turned into a writing
Of about many chapters in many books

The brain's lights contributed
When the talented brains
Fired through many synapses

Wednesday, January 24, 2018
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