Supposedly Poem by Satish Verma

Supposedly



You barge in
like a hurricane
and I slept.

Hysteria caves in
like a cuckoo for embrace.
Let's bargain.

This was the life
and death of the
religion, still unborn.

Sunday, October 1, 2017
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