After Thoughts Poem by Satish Verma

After Thoughts



How I loved you
green, in hot summer
noon, when you

Were not mine.
Sky scented with nostalgia
talks to gypsy moon.

Each star becomes
a wound. The winged thoughts
fly like monarchs.

Monday, July 29, 2019
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