Irony Of GistA Poem by Satish VermaThe finger and a ring― a story of bonhomie;
The finger and a ring―
a story of bonhomie; if you live precariously. Difficult when you are perceptively nimble. I would like to take off― any clinger. If you live in a crate, ― there is no escape. The pollination has stopped. The washed bees will not go anywhere― in this rain. The bumbler will strike when you are eating the poem. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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