Mini Poems

The maligned,
bloody moon,
will never show
the darkside.

Like
human nature,
a theorem,
unsolved.

*

The fiction
was incomplete.
The end,
was unending.

Blaming
the punctuation.

*

No
amnesic stance.
I wanted to stitch
The fragmented past.

The tainted
weeds, will not
allow the phrase
to complete.

*

Was there any
need to catch
the essence of physical ?

The words were
sufficient to hurt
the unborn.


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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