Bonfire Was The Last Poem by Satish Verma

Bonfire Was The Last

Rating: 5.0


Between blue and black
the moon peaks in harsh winter.
Are you in the emergence stage?

Give me the sacred
water. I want to salute the eternal
beauty. I was an observer.

The butterflies dance.
to celebrate earth's marriage.
Ganges invites all the followers.

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