Poised Poem by Satish Verma

Poised



Deceived several
times, you err again, and
put up your debut kill.

*

A graphic escape,
of moon from the dark
clutches of clouds.

*

The blackbucks
get ready to leapfrog on the
first sound of shots.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014
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