Amused Poem by Satish Verma

Amused



Night falls in rings.
The poetry becomes
a summer dilemma.

A dancing frog
starts foot-flagging.
Mating was the ultimate.

Politics becomes
a ritual. I will not come back
to face the lynch mob.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016
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Randhir Kaur 30 August 2016

This is really amazing... night, frogs and politics... beautiful Sir

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