Farewell
Named after you in
anticipation,
I am having an eye?
on the musk deer,
for scent-marking.
After an infinitesimal
pause, I start counting
the days, to read
my bruised poem,
pink and blue.
Why are you taking it out
at me ? I ask the future
sitting beside me. I am living
this moment in full glory.
The clock must be rewound.
A tiny pain, pops up
tells the full story.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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