Asking Myself Poem by Satish Verma

Asking Myself



You walk in air
without leaving footprints,
giving me nothing.

In the sound of
dry leaves, I search nothing
in abstention.

Who had molested
the white moon in rains
of the sacred land?

Thursday, July 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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