How Blue Was My Country Poem by Satish Verma

How Blue Was My Country



The godman also had
an underbelly.
He lost his vision,
came full circle.

Now paper lamps
float in rows
on tear effect.

An underdog―
becomes a horseman,
follows the royal buggy
with a naked king.

The verdict was
very simple.
It was a nightmare.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016
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