Pathless

by Satish Verma   Apr 17, 2018


Mob tries to set
ablaze a Taj Mahal
I was flying a kite.

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Tears swell in
the eyes of moon. Paper
lamp has come for a sail.

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The long night?
I was ready to handover my
family silver to moon.

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