The Great Leap

satishverma

Playing a foghorn 
for self-esteem, 
is an ego trip. 

The white tiger 
mauls a cow, 
beyond the audio. 

You are shrinking― 
now at the hands of 
unqualified arms. 

No need of any 
funeral finale. The bones 
are as white as the moon.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2018 18:59
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 29
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    Stunningly penned; especially the last stanza!



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