Sighting

by Satish Verma   Jan 24, 2014


Blaze. Awakens
me. Again it was snow
on the black lamppost.

Resuscitate
me when the moon dies.
Day starts bleeding.

Voice rested.
The little yollow bird has
left for new home.

Satish Verma

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  • 10 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    A forest fire that has killed many homes. As humans we sometimes destroy the homes of little creatures so that we can have bigger ones. At
    least that is the picture and sentiments I got out of this read.

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