Rags and riches

Rags and riches

Rags and riches

Deep blue, almost black,

sadness.

Being,

my ache of existence.

Eyes, no body in focus.

A grey cloud

rowing the moon

amidst red stars.

Bronzed tongue

digs the spirit

out of flesh

behind the shadows.

Alone me

in unlived house of rags,

looking beyond the walls

other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

-------------------------------------

RAGS AND RICHES

Deep blue, almost black,

sadness.

Being,

my ache of existence.

Eyes, no body in focus.

A grey cloud

rowing the moon

amidst red stars.

Bronzed tongue

digs the spirit

out of flesh

behind the shadows.

Alone me

in unlived house of rags,

looking beyond the walls

other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

-------------------------------------

RAGS AND RICHES

Deep blue, almost black,

sadness.

Being,

my ache of existence.

Eyes, no body in focus.

A grey cloud

rowing the moon

amidst red stars.

Bronzed tongue

digs the spirit

out of flesh

behind the shadows.

Alone me

in unlived house of rags,

looking beyond the walls

other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

-------------------------------------

RAGS AND RICHES

Deep blue, almost black,

sadness.

Being,

my ache of existence.

Eyes, no body in focus.

A grey cloud

rowing the moon

amidst red stars.

Bronzed tongue

digs the spirit

out of flesh

behind the shadows.

Alone me

in unlived house of rags,

looking beyond the walls

other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

-------------------------------------

RAGS AND RICHES

Deep blue, almost black,

sadness.

Being,

my ache of existence.

Eyes, no body in focus.

A grey cloud

rowing the moon

amidst red stars.

Bronzed tongue

digs the spirit

out of flesh

behind the shadows.

Alone me

in unlived house of rags,

looking beyond the walls

other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

-------------------------------------

RAGS AND RICHES

Deep blue, almost black,

sadness.

Being,

my ache of existence.

Eyes, no body in focus.

A grey cloud

rowing the moon

amidst red stars.

Bronzed tongue

digs the spirit

out of flesh

behind the shadows.

Alone me

in unlived house of rags,

looking beyond the walls

other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

-------------------------------------

RAGS AND RICHES

Deep blue, almost black,

sadness.

Being,

my ache of existence.

Eyes, no body in focus.

A grey cloud

rowing the moon

amidst red stars.

Bronzed tongue

digs the spirit

out of flesh

behind the shadows.

Alone me

in unlived house of rags,

looking beyond the walls

other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

-------------------------------------

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