Swift Descent Poem by Satish Verma

Swift Descent



In cascading
tresses, when moon
got stuck.

I held your face
to see the frightened
fish in eyes.

Seven feet deep,
the snow-
escapes the man's foot.

A terrible fight
still goes on
between temple and mosque.

Thursday, December 22, 2016
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