Appropriatly Speaking Poem by Satish Verma
Appropriatly Speaking
No use, running after the scent
of the hounded animal.
The cat was dead.
You cannot travel beyond the sound.
Your presence was noted―
in a particle only.
In the blurred image of a paper
you may exist, may not.
But I am alone. What was life?
An unheard script handed down
by unseen hand?
Sugar curtains and salt-water:
you cannot stand the acrimony
of the pair standing nonchalanty.
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