![]() TenacityA Poem by Satish Verma![]() It was a breech birth, scuttling the forecast,![]()
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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