The Moon

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Like a mole, she was 
coming up, tunneling 
with strong paws. 

Indignant, of being called 
by the name. 

You need darkness, to show your brilliance. 

The language of fear, at hair distance 
where the horizon ends. 

The reluctant lover 
will not speak the mind, to act 
alone was impossible.