Vast And NearA Poem by Satish VermaTo shut the methane, you sent― To shut the methane, you sent― To shut the methane, you sent―
To shut the methane,
you sent― the barbs. The brutal assault against the thimbles. I will not send the edict for withdrawl. Even the river was thirsty. The freaks were jumping on the fence. An interrupted moon was wary of them. I will draw a sand painting to heal the man on the beach. The air smells like an egg. As you run, the mist fills your eyes. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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