Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2017
Nothing other than,
he was hearing―
screams!

**** was not au
naturel, like
a new born chick.

Half-mumbling,
half-clad,
he walked bare foot.

Giving away the
canvas, you are
blissfully happy.
Written by
Satsih Verma
174
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems