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By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

The ledge, jutting out
in quivering water.
Moon was sitting underneath, on floor.


I will look out―
for a songbird.
Something secret, I wanted to share.


I do not abuse anybody,
like a mockingbird―
I make a fool of myself.

By Satish Verma | Nov 3, 2017 | Category > Poem >Life | Comments | Views 149


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