Pack Of Wolves Poem by Satish Verma
Pack Of Wolves
You had tasted the
salt of a viviparous.
There was no asterisk
no bluff to cross.
Why did you turned yourself in,
when the rock was
melting? Was't it an act
of surrender, of sort?
At the end of the road―
moon was waiting for
you. Could you climb the
night for a rendezvous?
Coming of age,
you will not exit the stadium
till the rape victim is shot dead.
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