The Perceiver
Becoming you,
I perceive your face-
in body swap.
*
The stakes were
high, when I missed the moon,
in the desert chase.
*
The soul
was trapped in an earthen pot,
while catching the shadows.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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