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It Does Not Matter

After a face – off
you toss the coin
resenting the liquid fame.

Frame extracts the price
of picture.
Compassion for the artist was missing.

I suffer in mid moon
between darkness and light
clarity of rags was improving.

Homage is now going to hurt
after the fall of ego, in
ending of alchemy.

In spite or sorrow
a face drills holes
in my wheels.						


SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 2/22/2012 12:49:00 PM
What wonderful poetry you all are sharing with us today. I have enjoyed reading yours today Satish. I hope the rest of the week finds you with much inspiration in your heart and you will continue to share your writing. Love, Carol
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