Always A Thunder Poem by Satish Verma

Always A Thunder



The nightingale was
very sad. Nobody
was taking a call.

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A scream would
go unheard, when
the floodgates are opened.

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The snake will not
change the color. It
will watch the Noah.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015
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