Poetry

beautiful girls
formless of criminal honesty
falling in love with endymion

a wave is furrowed on the forehead
of selene, envy or a genetic trigger
starts a nightmare

fading star heralds a
gray moon
leaves are falling

like my words
from your lips, are you beside
me in green silence

i was watching
the sun falling on the wings
of black birds



Satish Verma