The Search Ends Poem by Satish Verma

The Search Ends

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It was extraordinaire.
You were always living with delicate
flowers surrounded by stings.

There were stigmas
without styles and hummingbirds
standing in air made me cry.

A colourful sparrow sits
on the sill of window to deliver
a message, garden was no more.

Monday, July 20, 2020
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