Was It Scary? Poem by Satish Verma
Was It Scary?
Do not measure zany,
yourself. When did you become
your pedagogue?
Around the city I am
planting the roses―
against the wishes of land mines.
Haunted by a survivalism,
somewhere the smoke
was rising. But I wanted―
to leave the fragrance
for you― and you will not
wait for the ghosts to tell,
who was the visitor. You
will not know my future and
I will not know your past.
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