Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,203 Points (5-6-1935)

Evening: A Self Experience - Poem by Satish Verma

When the sun dips on the horizon,
I will invite the yellow moon.

Time raises the mist,
profiles become grey,
vibrating in trance,
limbs colliding in way.
When the love’s violence escorts you to death
red eyes will melt and an avalanche
will drown the landmark.

We were kith and kin,
now strangers in motion of earth,
meet only speeding towards dark.
When the life will miss the sorrow
I will invite the yellow moon.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2008

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