Sight Poem by Sameer Mecheri

Sight



Piling up
Silver beads in her eyes,
And looking to the ground
A Separation stood motionlessly
At the door of my room
With clogged breathing
And sliced up words,
This morning.

Sunday, March 18, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: separation,silver
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