Shooting Stars

Shooting Stars

A Poem by Satish Verma
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It is over. The curtain falls. I have come to settle―

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It is over. The curtain falls. 
I have come to settle― 
my account with the waning moon. 

Will call you later, 
when the dawn breaks 
and sun spells out the light. 

The water has receded― 
on the beach, leaving some 
empty shells, hollowed fish 

and upturned paper boats. 
I move around the small pool, 
left by the angry sea. 

You will start commenting 
on my poems. I wanted to read 
your handwritten notes to know― 

how your mind works. 
I will not meet you again.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on October 21, 2017
Last Updated on October 21, 2017
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