One Empty Boat Poem by Satish Verma

One Empty Boat



Nothing has ever happened
to me. I meet my road
daily in wilderness―

tasting salt.

The lake was frozen.
Surfing was not possible.
I was walking as if on cotton grass.

You think I have become a hope
in dark?

Monday, July 11, 2016
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