Escaping

by Satish Verma   Jan 5, 2019


You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark.
How do I find you in light?

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These were the last roses,
for you. Henceforth
no water will flow from the eyes.

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Only your face will swim
on the nippy moon;
burning skylark.

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