The Great LeapA Poem by Satish VermaPlaying a foghorn
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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