Flares Poem by Satish Verma

Flares



There was no secret
among mountains.
Clouds were their adopted siblings.

*

Only the rain drops
were dancing.
The mounts stand still.

*

I beg your leave.
The spring has invited.
I have to meet the yellow blooms.

Friday, January 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,mountains,poem,siblings
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