RecallingA Poem by Satish VermaIt was snowing, snowing very hard. Hold me
It was snowing, snowing
very hard. Hold me tight, when the wolf comes. * The wolf comes in red cloak. Why did you ask me to pin a white rose on him? * There was no quiver, no tremor. The murder was clean, without blood. Desert ants. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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