Madness Of Falling Moon Poem by Satish Verma
Madness Of Falling Moon
Undaunted you call me
godfather, my heart. My message in
a storm will reach you one day.
O Marygold my patience
breaks. I was exiled not to come back
burning house of wisdom.
The wax is melting. Light
dims. How can you arrest the sun to
lift the fire for the sake of clouds.
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