Three Abstracts Poem by Satish Verma

Three Abstracts



Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems―
for lynx-eyed words.

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Hounded light wears
a mask to rip off the thespian.
Time was my collateral.

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Who was the reddest in―
rose, blaze and ruby? Will you
pick the color for me?

Wednesday, August 22, 2018
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