Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,866 Points (5-6-1935)

Sheared Off - Poem by Satish Verma

How much you were honest
with you?
The poems had singed
the eyebrows. I am filled
with salt.

Would you know what was
missing between the lines?
Afterlife will not bother me.
My image and me
will not superimpose.

An apology for extradition
of my agony. Trapped, my
mirror has broken. I
will tear off the moon
from the window, when the room
is dark.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2015

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