Moonlit LakeA Poem by Satish VermaHot fish becomes topiarist.
Hot fish
becomes topiarist. I want to remove the scales. Once for all. The lesser island holds the boat. You become ready to rove in dark. Hot fish scrambles at dawn. Do not open the eyes. It will go straight. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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Added on October 25, 2018 Last Updated on October 25, 2018 |

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