by Satish Verma   May 7, 2021

Almost reached.
Your tongue slips;
Then you fall.

The cyclone,
develops an eye, to hit.
You become blind.

An outcast?
became a star
in dark sky.

Why the elite,
of choice or exhibit?
wants to wear rags?


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