Secret Poem by Satish Verma

Secret

Rating: 4.0


Calling back, the snatcher.
After the outrage,
Eros was on run.

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The lyrics melt
on lips. Moon will
not tell the wind.

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A sparrow sits at window sill
when I am thinking
and looks straight into my eyes.

Friday, September 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 12 September 2014

good poem, a sparrow sits at window sill, I like it.

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Mohammad Skati 12 September 2014

This is a real poem. I loved it in truth. Thanks.

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