My Respects Poem by Satish Verma

My Respects



The lovesick moon
falls into my lap, for the
earth's last journey.

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Where the tears drop,
the marigolds would come
out to pay homage.

*

Murmurs were rising
I had buried the cleaver
of the bleeding man.

Sunday, April 22, 2018
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