Trading Sea-Salt Poem by Satish Verma

Trading Sea-Salt



Something you were
missing to catch a flower moon.
I will not go for witch-hunt.

Pushing the peak, I
will not bow out. What you
have said was a golden truth.

Black panther comes
nearer in twilight. Blood
has been written on my hands.

Wednesday, July 29, 2020
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