Matters Nothing Poem by Satish Verma

Matters Nothing



Like a cheat love,
moon sail, into the bushes.
I pluck a rose.

Leave me alone
under peach tree for a while.
The moon wants to talk.

Reeling in dark
to meet the guest of lake,
before he jumps.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017
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Gajanan Mishra 21 November 2017

moon sail, cheat love, reeling in dark, sir.

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