Stoking
Do not want to
be judged, after overplaying
my hand with clear moon.
*
Cancer was back
and so were the strange remedies.
Are you ready to become a crab ?
*
The beehive
was empty. Honey is gone.
My anger waning.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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