The Great Leap Poem by Satish Verma

The Great Leap



Playing a foghorn
for self-esteem,
is an ego trip.

The white tiger
mauls a cow,
beyond the audio.

You are shrinking―
now at the hands of
unqualified arms.

No need of any
funeral finale. The bones
are as white as the moon.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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