Calling back, the snatcher. <br />After the outrage, <br />Eros was on run. <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br />The lyrics melt <br />on lips. Moon will <br />not tell the wind. <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br />A sparrow sits at window sill <br />when I am thinking <br />and looks straight into my eyes.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secret-11/
