Poetry

Satish Verma


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24 march 2020

Wafer-Thin

Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open.
This was a black day.
You were not invited.
 
The economy smells of stale fever.
 
A pungent smoke rises
from the joints.
 
A decision drifts. Scare of
paper bomb stills―
the flow of tea.
 
There was a party.
People come and go. Skullcaps
galore. White on brown sugar.
 
There is no love lost between us.






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