Close-Up View Poem by Satish Verma
Close-Up View
I saw you dying for
basics. Your legs were heavy
and then you start walking.
There was no Plato.
Hemlock begins to climb. You
smile and get ready for Odyssey.
Who will decide the fate
of earth. Aristotle becomes sick,
looking at the new tapestry.
Friday, May 15, 2020
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