An Acid Attack Poem by Satish Verma

An Acid Attack



Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For
whom you were faltering?

Perhaps, I was a
mirror. You trip, fall
and become a raw wound.

One day I will
touch you with my ragged
hands, to heal my knife.

Monday, August 1, 2016
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