A Small Story

A Small Story

A Poem by Satish Verma

Talking of obscenity you were undressing

Talking of obscenity 
you were undressing 
to show the scars. 

It was and it was not 
a display of is. Little 
raw wound. 

The lungs will not take 
this insult and scream 
in full horror. 

One collapsed faith, after 
the god failed him 
to climb a ladder. 

I am still convalescing 
from the gunshot injury, 
when you fired at a blackbird.

© 2016 Satish Verma

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Added on October 17, 2016
Last Updated on October 17, 2016
Tags: undressing