Lesbia

There was a big question. Why one was not raped. It hits the gate of heaven. The moon has not risen. I become a victim of an elegy before my demise. Thus I am back to square one, when I had not fallen in love and you were still in errancy. Pleading for levitation in tender zone.It was the blackbird which was not ready to swallow a moon. Scaling the peaks without climbing. I am going to bring down the milk of an artist, who would not paint a goddess. Satish Verma