Satish Verma - CATCHING FIRE

When the rage
will not find an exit.
Would you come to
share my grief?

*

We left our bones,
our souls behind;
to remind the word;
it was a booby-trap.

*

There was a gun debate
all the times. To kill
or not to kill the
fantasies in infancy.

Satish Verma

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