Winter Night Poem by Satish Verma

Winter Night



It was never meant,
to be the triumph
of the death

in the night of the snowfall.
The silent fall of flakes,
covering the stains,
would start a conversation
about the truth of life.

A journey to unknow the evil starts.

Thursday, June 2, 2016
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