In Orange Sun Poem by Satish Verma

In Orange Sun



Not enough, your love.
You were the most natural
thing happened to me.

Never aging―your
smile, when you walk in grief.
We turned strangers.

Long back there was a
tiff between the two soldiers.
None wanted a kill.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018
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