satishverma

LIFE’S TOAST

Difficult it becomes, the secret of 
the judgement and metamorphosis of 
the painted cotton into a stained truth. 

To save the present tense. A dangerous 
crowd of vowels to express the incomplete 
moment of watery teeth, 

so hung, while misspeaking painfully 
in dyslexic manneo. I would not 
understand the hour-glass proxy. 

An undersized leash to walk 
with a giant: the magnitude of tragedy 
overwhelms the path!

Satish Verma