The Stinging Withdrawl
Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to
get partitioned.
The hatred had divided
the grass.
The suspense
was intense when
earth failed to
accept the-
defeat.
A drinking-
cloud will settle
the score with
the flames.
Consequently the-
sky falls on
all the roses, making
your vision blurred.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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