Studies Of Land Poem by Satish Verma

Studies Of Land



It was not true,
Truvia. The seed leaves
are not true leaves.

Ifs and whys were not
relevant, when
you become mute.

This country was never―
at war with itself.
The salt lake had dried up.

Two little girls hang
from a smiling tree.
Dreams are incredible.

Friday, October 14, 2016
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