An Acid AttackA Poem by Satish VermaSometimes I would look at the lame moon. For
Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For whom you were faltering? Perhaps, I was a mirror. You trip, fall and become a raw wound. One day I will touch you with my ragged hands, to heal my knife. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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