satishverma

Lame Duck

A lame duck re-emerges
from water of life,
after paying for night of clouds.

The sex determines
the economy of a nation and democracy
writes the future of a man.

Who was bankrupt
in poor country of rich people?
You were the boss of a pavement.

The helplessness of a poetic justice
was writ large on your face.
A dog was throwing the bone for the poor.

A fierce battle was raging
between the sun and the moon.
The stars have eloped with the winds.



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