by Seema Gupta
The moment few groaning stars
descend on the beauty of night
Moonlight flickering too shy
Be reduced in the arms of sea
and Chill tippet of winds
Scattered on the shoulders of the tree
wish you to become Moon
Slipping from the stairs of the horizon
to secretly write serendipity
on my palm
In desire of which
Cache of a few breaths
are hidden
in the silence of my body.....
Last updated September 04, 2015