Curtain Call Poem by Satish Verma

Curtain Call



You are beautiful,
still untouched by moon.
I am creating myth.

In small hours, I
release the pain at dusk
to touch you unsaid.

I think, not to think of
you, when nightingale comes
to collect your song.

Thursday, August 29, 2019
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