White Vision Poem by Satish Verma

White Vision



Faceless. Don't close
my sky. You know the moon has
a harsh place. Will you meet me in the dark?

Between a duck and the
wolf, the predator wins. I will not
need Shirley Temple now.

How not to die, when
every time the boat sinks without
water. Love was always mesmerizing.

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