The Sunrise Poem by Satish Verma

The Sunrise



Centrality suffers.
A poem
cries.

The kingfisher
dives
to find the depth of water.

Ready to strike
beyond― the
horizon, black hole.

With September
blues on―
my hands, I pray.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016
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Gajanan Mishra 19 October 2016

Blue on my hands, I pray, good one.

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