Increasing Angst Poem by Satish Verma

Increasing Angst



I thought we knew
each other by our shadows.
Stratosphere laughs.

Inappropriate,
when you touch the moon
in torrential rain.

You pay a price
to listen to Beethoven.
You become blind.

Thursday, January 17, 2019
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