you bring pink roses everyday <br />from nowhere <br /> <br />with an oblique smile, <br />some questions have remained unanswered <br /> <br />when I plunge in silence <br />you won’t stop talking <br /> <br />anger is its own failure <br />for breaking the door <br /> <br />where was the need for honour <br />killing of flesh <br /> <br />I will come out of the oblivion <br />once you pray for the retreat <br /> <br />time was running out for the sky <br />tornado has started moving<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/movements-2/
