Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

The Blues


Such were the times.
You wanted to become sane
after losing the mind.
*
A death trap─
looking in the rear mirror.
The first word you spoke.
*
The ugly turn
of the events. This November
a moon eclipse.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2014

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