When darkness came to blanket me
I had a hundred moons tossed upon my palms
Tears cascaded with the torrent wind and gusty trees
Sublime my fingertips, moved to contour
The sleeping galleon upon my feet
Awaken the wraithlike tiger lace
looped somewhere across the road of fears
Over the golden straws piled on the velvet farm
My pages moor to a billion of stars, twinkling on your eyes
The wrinkle on each satin silk tells, journey of your years
Twinkling, giggling, crying, screaming; pleasure of wounds smile
Planets revolve to axis our footprints on the zodiac marks
Guiding our hungry mountains to meet – serendipity
As the fog kisses the hills at dawn to taste
The sweetest dew drops left upon the nation’s lips
The carriage of our horse will sail beyond the frozen lake
Beyond the scorpion and snake desert of the colorful mask
Worn by on our castle
Where we peel off the blooming silhouettes of trees
It is always the season of rain and rainbows, Bluebells and lilies
Trailing the dust of hope and twinkling stars of your hundred moons
On our palms
In dedication to Mr. Satish Verma
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