A Summer's Stroke Poem by Satish Verma

A Summer's Stroke



Don't come near sea,
I ask the moon, braless―
in love galore.

What will you see
in eyes of the burning sun―
rising very sadly?

It was writer's cramp,
coming at shrine of snow
god under dark clouds.

Friday, July 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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