Not On CrutchesA Poem by Satish VermaNot impassible. Buried in snow, I
Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I will bring back my moon. There was no divination. I still stand on my legs. I will not talk about shadows or any haloes. An urge to find unknown. Touching the feet? No I don't submit to body. No rewards. No citation. I will walk alone in the jungle of prying eyes, in my visible bones. The flame-test. The truthless blames, and a naked god. I have come faraway from my childhood. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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