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Poems :  Broken Arms
Tags: Life  
 
The witch-hunt starts
for an unexploded bomb.

A racist slur becomes mute
for posterity.

The words start migrating-
coming out of their skin and colors.

A dead man walks into
a coal pit for exoneration.

Breathless, I become privy
to mass suicides of the flying moths.

You become a child, hiding
behind a tree, watching
a tiger maul a striped ariel.



Satish Verma

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