Haif- Promises Poem by Satish Verma

Haif- Promises



This was a body blow
when you said, I had a right to go
insane. The gold-diggers were coming.

Life has become a torn,
dirty one rupee bank note.Useless.
You cannot buy water. Memory slips.

Small things were heavy.
You are half-buried in the wall. The
religion breaks. The dead moon looks black.

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