Path Taken Poem by Satish Verma

Path Taken



It will not happen
again, the eye contact
with swaying moon.

Smoke was rising
from heaps of dead leaves
from distant garden.

You become a past
in the hands of slaughterer.
Ethos plays game.

Friday, January 11, 2019
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Bernard F. Asuncion 12 January 2019

An amazing poem, Satish...............................

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