![]() The Rarest ThingA Poem by Satish Verma![]() The night watchman has become an etcher.![]()
The night watchman
has become an etcher. The stoning of the shirt must stop. These moments were the real sinners/beating the moon. A simple story becomes an epic. The belly buttons start stammering. Meaning did not take a bath. Canaries have gone on a strike. They will not sing on the edge of night. An oil painting walks out of the canvas― to become a parable. The creator of this art was done. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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