Recalling

It was snowing, snowing 
very hard. Hold me 
tight, when the wolf comes.

*

The wolf comes in red 
cloak. Why did you ask me 
to pin a white rose on him ?

*

There was no quiver, 
no tremor. The murder was 
clean, without blood. Desert ants.


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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May 6, 2016 at 12:45 AM
enjoyed your write this evening Satish ~~XOX SKAT
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