Democracy Drifts Poem by Satish Verma
Democracy Drifts
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Enunciating, standing
at the edge, you want to touch the centre.
You will have to drink the milk of cobra.
Fold the papers. The moon
has nothing to do with solemnizing
your marriage with a tree.
Each fresh rose is placed
at your door to celebrate the coronation
of a lost princess in the Himalayas.
Friday, December 24, 2021
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