Returning Home

satishverma

After dispossession, 
collecting the dolls─ 
dusting them off. 

Who was watching 
you, dousing yourself 
to give a political statement? 

Cutting the leaves 
of grass, I open 
the book of Walt Whitman. 

This was a targeted 
killing. I will not join 
the funeral procession. 

A mistaken lull. 
One day I will─ 
shoot endlessly.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2017 22:52
  • Category: Nature
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Comments1

  • onepauly

    wait till I get my gun



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