Standing In Queue Poem by Satish Verma
Standing In Queue
How deep was
the lake at sunset―
where my life trailed
from beach to beach?
My animal inside
was dead.
Do you believe in
reincarnation?
I will embrace the non-violent
palm.
It was the carnage
of moment. The brutality of
its strength casts spell.
There was a quick
about-face. Dark night
will paint your face
with stars.
Becoming a drunk
survivor of your grace
I am blunting
my pain.
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