Fugitive Poem by Satish Verma

Fugitive



Like woodpecker
someone knocks at door
to deliver acorns.

Were it you after
resurrection to pay back
the debt of half-love?

Door will remain open
to let in the known killer
of beautiful sin.

Monday, January 14, 2019
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