30 december 2019

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

How Blue Was My Country

The godman also had
an underbelly.
He lost his vision,
came full circle.
 
Now paper lamps
float in rows
on tear effect.
 
An underdog―
becomes a horseman,
follows the royal buggy
with a naked king.
 
The verdict was
very simple.
It was a nightmare.

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