Tracking Poem by Satish Verma

Tracking



I will climb on the
other side of moon
to light a flame.

A river thinks, sand
was thinking of a tree
dreaming a fall.

In hushed twilight
hunter was coming home
with an empty snare.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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