Extolling Poem by Satish Verma

Extolling



With timeless words,
you glorify the puppet,
slapping the moon.

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How strange!
The master was stealing
the wheat of hungry.

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The man versus
beast. A chaste rivalry.
Who was vulgar?

Thursday, July 3, 2014
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