To End The Poem Poem by Satish Verma

To End The Poem



When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down
the clouds to become wet.

Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my past.

I am not sure, when
the dark moves on to give space
to imprisoned pain.

Wednesday, April 29, 2020
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