Tapping The Wall Poem by Satish Verma

Tapping The Wall



A soul-search violates
a code.You cannot
drop your mask.

A liquid pain, again
laughs from eyes.
Green was the moon.

Was your poem―
a truth? Capable
of death watch?

The squirrel hangs
down by tail, to watch
the man climbing.

Thursday, October 13, 2016
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