Recalling
It was snowing, snowing
very hard. Hold me
tight, when the wolf comes.
*
The wolf comes in red
cloak. Why did you ask me
to pin a white rose on him ?
*
There was no quiver,
no tremor. The murder was
clean, without blood. Desert ants.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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