Getting Nowhere Poem by Satish Verma
Getting Nowhere
That was a pioneer,
lunatic moon,
and me an unwilling partner.
The panther leaps again.
I suffer from
stab to stab.
The giver, sucks,
in genocide.Adoration
becomes a scourge.
One malingerer
leads to another.
The healer was very sick.
My master was a fake
The book was empty
and the print was gone.
Friday, May 9, 2014
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4/25/2024 12:12:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
well composed and crafted piece of work