The bloody cocktail

The thirsty crow seeks blood,
He has two mugs – saffron and green
He wears white – he separates them, and pecks at each leisurely – the trio flutters together
they think he’s on their side, both of em – “such fools” he smirks
The thirsty crow, he seeks blood..

Piyush Kaushal


हर मुकम्मल ख्वाब पर एक दीया जला लेना दहलीज पे
तुम्हें खबर नही की हर ख्वाब में कितने अपने खाक हुए हैं

पियूष कौशल