I Will Write A Poem

by Satish Verma   Aug 29, 2019

He used to tread lightly as if
walking on concrete, barefoot-
to capture the apologetic
colours of rainbow in lake.

A spinning top, he wanted
to float on water and touch
the soft contours in depth-
wrestling with waves.

A dark sky was hovering
around. Something was rising
from the black hills, as if
on fire. I had never seen before-

the golden moon, rising. Two
song birds darting to and fro
as if in great agony to save
the nestlings from the lynx.


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  • 5 months ago

    by Star

    Congratulations I really enjoyed this ^_^

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