In Hubris Poem by Satish Verma

In Hubris



Talking to
vanishing lights―
then I panicked.

Historic low.
Ghost will not leave.
I see him everywhere.

The journey
in caves, to reach within
the vultures.

Black and white
will meet one day all―
with empty cups.

Monday, December 26, 2016
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