Juncture Poem by Satish Verma

Juncture



This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had
gone to you.

Each moment was-
a white death lying in
state on the dirt.

Send some tender
shoots of a poem to
bloom on my anger.

Friday, November 23, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: anger
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