Chameleonic Poem by Satish Verma

Chameleonic



Like a birthmark
you will remain
on my forehead.

Round cups and
blue drinks, the dark
side was capitulating.

You become my
partner, I will unleash
many moons.

I intended to
talk in walk about the
woes of life.

Friday, January 13, 2017
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