In Autumn Poem by Satish Verma

In Autumn



Between the hills,
were you ready for a
snakebite ritual?

What was the choice
between a triangle and
a silver dewdrop?

The birthmark swells
after taste of venom.
Silent prayer fails.

Saturday, October 6, 2018
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