Short Handover Poems

Mob tries to set
ablaze a Taj Mahal
   I was flying a kite.

          *

    Tears swell in
the eyes of moon. Paper 
    lamp has come for a sail.

           *

    The long night-
I was ready to handover my
    family silver to moon.


Satish Verma...

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And now my final beer is at it's end

And I have taken far to many
handover blow's 

Book's

I've read a few

But then again to few to mention

Began a lot stood them tall then 
chewed them up and spat 
them out along the byway

And this i know for certain

Those curtains are just 1 prime example
of my many so many mistakes

I traveled with along the highway 

Because as a man I scored nought 

And more much more than this

I did it my way...

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