Recalling

Recalling

A Poem by Satish Verma
"

It was snowing, snowing very hard. Hold me

"
It was snowing, snowing 
very hard. Hold me 
tight, when the wolf comes. 



The wolf comes in red 
cloak. Why did you ask me 
to pin a white rose on him? 



There was no quiver, 
no tremor. The murder was 
clean, without blood. Desert ants.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on January 23, 2017
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