Satish Verma

Silver Star - 4,070 Points (5-6-1935)

Pivoting - Poem by Satish Verma

Under a blue moon,
a cuckoo
gives an agonizing call.


Clouds will wait.
Till a caravan
of herons will sail.


The rains have
washed away all the malice,
all the soot.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 2, 2013

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