In Bald Sun Poem by Satish Verma

In Bald Sun



Visible
of invisible blues―

the hesitancy
to shut the door.

I speak for
myself in haze

reaching heights
and deep sea.

The mother in
child weeps;

when we will
meet father?

Insufficiency
brings the split.

Monday, March 20, 2017
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