Satish Verma

Soaring High

Ethics 
takes a nap, 
in a blink, 
without qualms. 
 
* 
 
A jilted lover, like 
a broken moon, takes 
a jump from the hill. 
 
* 
 
In this twilight 
who am I, 
in this crowd of sinners?

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