Vast And Near

Vast And Near

A Poem by Satish Verma
"

To 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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Added on March 15, 2016
Last Updated on March 15, 2016
Tags: Life