Like An Old Song Poem by Satish Verma

Like An Old Song



Walking in mental
fog, you become
a swaying tree.

In mistiness
one becomes lonely
like a blackbird.

Hollyhocks
would wait, till
the sun comes out.

December rain
brings the gift―
of sleet on lips.

Sunday, January 15, 2017
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