Self-Portrait Poem by Satish Verma

Self-Portrait



Life inside the doors―
mocks the nature.
Still life. Cup and Vase.

You lived for others
and died for me.
I become homeless.

In charity, the body
becomes water.
Gold sinks.

Very precious for me.
The hurts―
you gave me unasked.

Friday, December 2, 2016
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