Poezja

A lame duck re-emerges 
from water of life, 
after paying for night of clouds. 

The sex determines 
the economy of a nation and democracy 
writes the future of a man. 

Who was bankrupt 
in poor country of rich people? 
You were the boss of a pavement. 

The helplessness of a poetic justice 
was writ large on your face. 
A dog was throwing the bone for the poor. 

A fierce battle was raging 
between the sun and the moon. 
The stars have eloped with the winds.

Satish Verma