Poezja

Are you questioning yourself 
between right and wrong? 
Moon was watching 
solemnly. 
 
* 
 
A cuckoo sings 
somberly. In a rainy morn. 
Why were you not coming 
for undoing a sin? 
 
* 
 
The evenings are 
listless. Nothing to do, 
nothing to brood. 
Immaculate dying.