How Far We Are Poem by Satish Verma

How Far We Are



Poisoned to live
like a corpse flower, on the
singed, black earth.

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The gratitude was
scarce. Can't see your image in
undulating water.

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With grey ashes spewn,
you invoke the blind hunter
to heal the blue toes.

Monday, May 21, 2018
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