Craft Poem by Satish Verma
Craft
Meaningless run.
There is no meaning
in your name.
Where are you
heading in the rains; -
to find the snakes?
I believe
in myself. Will you burn the
books one day?
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: books,rains
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