Beat The Clouds Poem by Satish Verma

Beat The Clouds



You cannot kill the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.

Where you placed the
thumb imprint, it was fake.
Big hands did't move.

It was waiting to
fall, the colossus under the
rains of silent eyes.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017
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