Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,441 Points (5-6-1935)

Tapers - Poem by Satish Verma

It went through me
the hot day;
vaulting back.
at night.
To hustle the poetry things.

Weary of the luminous
dials. I want to
think in dark.

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The bookcase was empty.
Croaking words
had departed for
greener pastures.

Hold on.
I am coming to
defuse the grenades.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 11, 2013


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