Treasure Island

Satish Verma



I will not ask
for an apology.

The hymn
started too early.
The dust had
settled on the lens.

Not real pearls.
Your words do not
convey the thought.

There was a
long distance –
between your lips
and my self-immolation.

Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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