Crossing The Road - Poem by Satish Verma
You flock to a set trap.
Midnight: with pain
and anger, when a real and virtual drama
like a Buddha, a moon was
a moon, like a Buddha:
ignorance. A mob impaled
on the doorstep of future,
unsure, but agitated.
Life demands a full beheading.
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