Tenacity

Tenacity

A Poem by Satish Verma
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It was a breech birth, scuttling the forecast,

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It was a breech birth, 
scuttling the forecast, 
under water search. 
Sad night. 

The sand fills your 
pockets. You start 
licking the salt 
jettisoned by violent waves. 

Don't focus your mind. 
D-Day is drawing near. 
No deference to sun. 
Unfurl all the sails and ride the breakers.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on November 1, 2018
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