Irony Of Gist Poem by Satish Verma
Irony Of Gist
The finger and a ring―
a story of bonhomie;
if you live precariously.
Difficult when you are perceptively nimble.
I would like to take off―
any clinger.
If you live in a crate, ―
there is no escape.
The pollination has stopped.
The washed bees will not go anywhere―
in this rain.
The bumbler will strike
when you are eating the poem.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
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4/18/2024 11:17:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
With no ring on your finger - you fell free, but life lingers.