Twilight song of a cuckoo <br />taps the window softly. <br />Gothic tree and drooping sky <br />humble my thoughts. <br />Past was me. <br />I will know then <br />why your hills turned away my clouds <br />by shifting sands. <br /> <br />Was it a colossal guilt of tomorrow? <br />Which never wanted to become present <br />and enter my house. <br />But my memory was sharp <br />and days were numbered. <br /> <br />I wanted to invite the death discreetly <br />while praising the life and listening to birds <br />without dropping the history <br />from my crooked fingers. <br /> <br />Between yourself and myself <br />a sea was surreptitiously raging. <br />The waves were dividing the shores.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distant-shores/
