Superstitions

by Satish Verma

An empty chair on a
muffled day, starts
a self-import and
falters on steps.

You need the fear, to
strike back, when the
tracer distribution
returns with a ghost.

The discount will subtract
from the truth. I will
find the zero at the
end of lies.

Will I concede to the
barter? Let me first taste
the bitterness of victory,
become drunk on your hate.

31-May-2014

More By : Satish Verma

Views: 1491 Comments: 0