Sea Salt Poem by Satish Verma

Sea Salt



A sparrow knits the―
dim moonlight to sleep in
my arms all night.

My devotion was
different. I would watch
the meltdown of moon.

You must move like
water. There was nothing to
say, nothing to catch.

Sunday, January 20, 2019
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