Surendra Negi

The Moonlight

Lit across, the vast dark skies;
like a pony, in a realm of grassland;
he hugs to his melancholic self,
lest he is dwarfed by thee.
He strives for, acheives more:
ah! but impatience, it injures impunity.
And like a colossal, Hades, his ego;
ever restless, never sane,
with every bit of unfaith in him,

[Report Error]