YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Walking in Shadows
Undressing the moon
clouds want to kill the lovebirds.
I cross the vision for a nuance.
This was a paradigm.
Why are things disappearing?
Mimicry will not like poetry.
Like Mimosa pudica,
you shrink in a blast to get a tattoo.
The sparrows find the lost homes.
Undressing the moon
clouds want to kill the lovebirds.
I cross the vision for a nuance.
This was a paradigm.
Why are things disappearing?
Mimicry will not like poetry.
Like Mimosa pudica,
you shrink in a blast to get a tattoo.
The sparrows find the lost homes.
Interplay of reality and shadows in life.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur
, Nellore, AP, 524003
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Sep 30, 2022