Bull's-Eye Poem by Satish Verma

Bull's-Eye



The divination.
A broom―
becomes a wager.

The penury
begets the rags.
How much you need?

Sweep the
courtyard. Tonight,
moon sleeps here.

I have come,
a long way to
meet my lost friend.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016
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