Arithmetic Poem by Satish Verma
Arithmetic
The day was killed
diving in the books.
A lamb was dyed to
please the race.
You gambled for water
huddled in eyes.
I wanted to scatter the pearls
on cheeks.
Drenched in gasoline you
tried to send the message.
A flame was ready to
light the dark.
Margarine had the lustre
but was not a gold.
A red hot iron will
tell you the same.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
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