Irrelevantly

Folder: 
Satish Verma

To drink the sea, 
spilled over 
from your eyes was not an easy task. 

It was getting 
dark, outside. 
Inside an eternal flame 
of separation 
was flickering. 

About the consent 
of owning 
privacy of truth, 
I withdraw 
my comments. 

Now no shroud was needed 
to cover the naked body.