Pathless Poem by Satish Verma

Pathless

Rating: 3.5


Mob tries to set
ablaze a Taj Mahal
I was flying a kite.

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Tears swell in
the eyes of moon. Paper
lamp has come for a sail.

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The long night─
I was ready to handover my
family silver to moon.

Thursday, March 27, 2014
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