Impersonal Sorrow Poem by Satish Verma

Impersonal Sorrow

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It was impossible.
Construction was unbelievable. You were
walking like the lizard on the wall.

To worship the black
god. Integrity was shamed. Your
response was omitted. Snowfall stops.

The snake catchers are
increasing. Where the venom could go
to insult the knuckles?

Friday, March 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: snake
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