Wolverines

Wolverines

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Night blinks. Light sits under the door.

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Night blinks. 
Light sits under the door. 
I am ready to confront the moon. 

Too much brilliance 
was there. Would you redesign 
the blue sky and paint the new stars? 

Poverty was my great strength. 
Nothing to lose, when 
you were dancing with the shadows.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on December 18, 2018
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