Gift Of Takers Poem by Satish Verma
Gift Of Takers
The poster boy
was a blind hunter
waiting for the blast.
The salt mausoleum
melts in moonlight
white as a sand.
A mofussil background
will search the estranged
words of childhood.
Like a hostage held
for the return of holy book
written in blood letters.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
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