![]() Vast And NearA Poem by Satish Verma![]() To shut the methane, you sent― To shut the methane, you sent― To shut the methane, you sent―![]()
To shut the methane,
you sent― the barbs. The brutal assault against the thimbles. I will not send the edict for withdrawl. Even the river was thirsty. The freaks were jumping on the fence. An interrupted moon was wary of them. I will draw a sand painting to heal the man on the beach. The air smells like an egg. As you run, the mist fills your eyes. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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