Constraints Poem by Satish Verma

Constraints



Self-immolation
near a waterfall?
Why did you leave your footwear
on the bank?

A women
turns into a snake.
Would you call
a snake charmer?

Tonight,
the moon was not sighted.
How can I start
my drink of elixir?

Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: snake,women
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