Oblique Vision Poem by Satish Verma

Oblique Vision



City of ashes and
burns, I try to place my home
after the mudslide.

It was a great show.
You ape the rain coat, enter the
cloud to fight the fog.

Cocoons will not burst.
No pain of deliverance.
Butterflies drop wings.

Thursday, January 25, 2018
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh 26 January 2018

City of ashes, nice work.10

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Bernard F. Asuncion 26 January 2018

Satish, such a fine poem👍👍👍

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