Akin To Madness Poem by Satish Verma

Akin To Madness



You always tried
to conceal the imperfect
hunting under moon.

One must recite
the ghost mantras to
be bohemian.

They will pound
the chests with whole kin
to pacify the pir.

Friday, May 17, 2019
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