Reticence Poem by Satish Verma

Reticence



On the way I was
happy to meet green valley. Your eyes
were sparkling. Words had no meaning.

Who was wounded by
flowers, I ask. Standing under the
cherry blossom, waiting for honey bees.

You are lingering now, in
shying shade, Why love in autumn
morning proposed, let's do it?

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