Crisscrossing Poem by Satish Verma

Crisscrossing



Impaired listening.
Maybe you don't want to hear
the distant drums.


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You try to quit the
rank of decapitated,
for sake of scapegoat.

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You would never talk,
witnessing silent wave of
suicidal era.

Saturday, May 12, 2018
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