Holding Back

by Satish Verma   Sep 17, 2019


The credibility
of an apple
becoming an icon.

It draws first
blood, when you-
were sleeping.

It still matters:
thinking of milt
but sinking your ferry.

There was no epilogue.

A midsummer night.
I will forget
your name.

Standing in a
queue, you should not
punish yourself

becoming unmatched.

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