A Sea Of Moons

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Satish Verma

You are pinned on the
board to don the cap of watchman.
Jasmines go nomads.

To alter the nomenclature
of pain, to take a nap in the rose
garden. You cannot move a mouse.

Violets are raising hands.
The voices are dim. It is getting
dark. Two small eyes roam.

Starward's picture

Your use of imagery in this

Your use of imagery in this poem is excellent.


Enjoy effulgent days and exquisite nights.

Starward

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