With Apologia Poem by Satish Verma

With Apologia



Nothing other than,
he was hearing―
screams!

Nude was not au
naturel, like
a new born chick.

Half-mumbling,
half-clad,
he walked bare foot.

Giving away the
canvas, you are
blissfully happy.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016
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