![]() Let The Sun Come LateA Poem by Satish Verma![]() Let The Sun Come Late![]()
If you touch
slightly drunk moon, at the sill of window, you will alter the moon of November. I wait for the earthquake to begin. The carpenter had promised to deliver the rocker tonight. I will make friends with dark room. Your hands start shaking holding a glass― half-full. Time to shut the doors. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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