Unflappable Poem by Satish Verma

Unflappable



Unflinching I was
going to ask 'Are you going to
break the bread with me? '

It was me. Contagious.
You were impaled. Making history
in this fractured era.

Bidding farewell to me,
money was polishing the pitch,
Only fire was generating the ash.

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