Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,181 Points (5-6-1935)

Superstitions - Poem by Satish Verma

An empty chair in a
muffled day, starts
a self-import and
falters on steps.

You need the fear, to
strike back, when the
tracer distribution
returns with a ghost.

The discount will substract
from the truth. I will
find the zero at the
end of lies.

Will I concede to the
barter? Let me first taste
the bitterness of victory,
become drunk on your hate.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014


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