The Great Leap

The Great Leap

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Playing a foghorn

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Playing a foghorn 
for self-esteem, 
is an ego trip. 

The white tiger 
mauls a cow, 
beyond the audio. 

You are shrinking― 
now at the hands of 
unqualified arms. 

No need of any 
funeral finale. The bones 
are as white as the moon.

© 2019 Satish Verma


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Added on June 2, 2019
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