Sell The Mocking Birds

Sell The Mocking Birds

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Sell The Mocking Birds

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Mysterious weather.
You cannot breath in rose
garden. Time crawls.

You cannot smile.
The raid on cuckoo's nest was
disastrous. No eggs.

You can see through
walls. Undressing was a ritual
to shed all the norms.

© 2023 Satish Verma


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Added on July 3, 2023
Last Updated on July 3, 2023
Tags: Life