Poetry

Satish Verma


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10 january 2020

Bitter Sweet

Autumn was round
the corner. I was preparing
for the fall.
 
The great wall
is crumbling. Will you
come for reunion?
 
Thea leaves,
I am ripening for you in sun.
Come like the moon's milk.






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