Armless Fight
Who was the dancer of death ?
You went for the kill,
and not for the killer.
The frail armistice. You
launch a drive for the drill.
It was more than what?
meets the eye. Looks like an
Armageddon. You begin in earnest
to ward off the paranoia.
Nativity was at stake. A
captive psyche fights the fading
memory. Your face goes blank.
My things and your things.
It should not have happened this way.
It should not have happened that way.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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