One Reality Show
Between the night and day
I will go-
for an icarian fall.
A commitment to resistance
was over. I am
melting under the moon.
Hold my hand. A
dramatic front was ready-
to destroy me.
Celebrating the death
was an intense mistake. It
was becoming a practice run-
for the hangman-
to sharpen his skill. There
was a long row of sinners.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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