Short Spotlessly Poems

A dowager lady of means,
Kept everything spotlessly clean.
She was up at cock's crow,
To cook, clean and sew.
Even her floors had a sheen.

Her neighbor, a fine country squire,
Said, "Maam, do you ever tire?"
She said, "Not a bit,
For I'm perfectly fit.
But you Sir could come light my fire."...

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It was the day of 
dead patriarch.  
I was fondling an echidna.

The home was 
carried away in the-
storm. Must find a broom.

On the remains- 
of a burned-out soul.
A hope sits on the altar.

A piano drenched in rain-
will not sing in the gale.
The sky will collapse- 

one day, I will bring 
back the bluebird,
for a revenge.


Satish Verma...

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