Frightening Poem by Satish Verma

Frightening



The winds ruffle the
solitude. Sparrows were
watching me.

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My name was floating
in dark. I want to burn the
book, to throw some light.

*

Violence will toss
you around, when you
are wearing the grass.

Saturday, January 17, 2015
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