Small Things Poem by Satish Verma

Small Things



Moon sleepwalks,
crashes head on the palms.
Hurls silver coins.


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To respect you, I
will meet you here and there.
Will that do in dark?

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Looking out at the
twilight, I would think of you,
in time, space and void.

Sunday, April 29, 2018
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