In Praise

Wisdom 
picks on the dementia. 
I lash out in drunken rage.

The water world,
I stand on an island 
in incremental rain-

of denials. Time was 
floating on the shells. 
Sea was in sullen mood.

Sunless sky wants 
to start a ceremony of 
clouds and tears.

How far you will 
walk with a gypsy ?
I have started the journey for invisible.



Satish Verma

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