Appropriatly SpeakingA Poem by Satish VermaNo use, running after the scent of the hounded animal.
No use, running after the scent
of the hounded animal. The cat was dead. You cannot travel beyond the sound. Your presence was noted― in a particle only. In the blurred image of a paper you may exist, may not. But I am alone. What was life? An unheard script handed down by unseen hand? Sugar curtains and salt-water: you cannot stand the acrimony of the pair standing nonchalanty. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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