Night falls in rings.
The poetry becomes
a summer dilemma.
A dancing frog
starts foot-flagging.
Mating was the ultimate.
Politics becomes
a ritual. I will not come back
to face the lynch mob.
Satish Verma
The poetry becomes
a summer dilemma.
A dancing frog
starts foot-flagging.
Mating was the ultimate.
Politics becomes
a ritual. I will not come back
to face the lynch mob.
Satish Verma
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