Sailing Incense Poem by Satish Verma

Sailing Incense



No wintering.
I have come to stay
warm-blooded.

Recreating the
swelled knobs of
loaves.

Excruciating
ordeal, had made
the bones strong.

Now I sit
quietly to hear
the morning bird.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016
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