Hemlock Poem by Satish Verma

Hemlock

Rating: 5.0


It hurts me, my poems
when you don't come in dreams.
Moonlight waits.

How devastated
was your faceless voice in dark!
The nightingale cries.

Like "la grippe"
the noiseless words leave the
night wounds in eyes.

Saturday, May 18, 2019
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Bernard F. Asuncion 18 May 2019

A good poem, sir Satish.....10++++++++++++

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