31 december 2018

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Revised Version

A damp moon 
staggers across the sky. 
I will find my balance now. 
 

Meditating on 
the words and meaning, 
I read your face. 
 

Quasi-intelligent, 
half-man, half-beast, 
the new species.
 

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