Soaring High Poem by Satish Verma

Soaring High



Ethics
takes a nap,
in a blink,
without qualms.

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A jilted lover, like
a broken moon, takes
a jump from the hill.

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In this twilight
who am I,
in this crowd of sinners?

Friday, June 20, 2014
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