No Malaise Poem by Satish Verma
No Malaise
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I trace the path of murder, reclaiming
the blood stains
on grass. Becoming a stranger
in my own land.
Stranger? Yes.
Lead name missing.
Always wanted
less than enough.
I bare my chest
scrawling a blue butterfly trying to
unwrap the colour.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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5/10/2024 7:29:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wanted..The real democracy.! the ancient civilization is not yet matured enough to have the blue butterfly! Nice poem!