Oversighting Poem by Satish Verma

Oversighting



With shaking hands
you give a fatal push
to the old year.

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Inner turmoil
falls through the cracks
of your persona.

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A troubled past
wants you to end the slavery
of sleeping, between birth and death.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014
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Colleen Courtney 18 June 2014

Interesting and enjoyable little reads!

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