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A hidden self portrait

in a tar pit

I do not want to explore further.

Wind was making a big sound

the tarp blowing off,

I stand naked under the scortching sun.

A classless pain rises fiercely

I am careless about my height

amdist tall peaks.

Hypodermic, my little dachshund

holds the time in small paws

and plays with my stasis.

I loose my taste of salt on lips

charting between the tears

of infant fears.

Satish Verma

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

ONLY METAPHORS

A hidden self portrait

in a tar pit

I do not want to explore further.

Wind was making a big sound

the tarp blowing off,

I stand naked under the scortching sun.

A classless pain rises fiercely

I am careless about my height

amdist tall peaks.

Hypodermic, my little dachshund

holds the time in small paws

and plays with my stasis.

I loose my taste of salt on lips

charting between the tears

of infant fears.

Satish Verma

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

ONLY METAPHORS

A hidden self portrait

in a tar pit

I do not want to explore further.

Wind was making a big sound

the tarp blowing off,

I stand naked under the scortching sun.

A classless pain rises fiercely

I am careless about my height

amdist tall peaks.

Hypodermic, my little dachshund

holds the time in small paws

and plays with my stasis.

I loose my taste of salt on lips

charting between the tears

of infant fears.

Satish Verma

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

ONLY METAPHORS

A hidden self portrait

in a tar pit

I do not want to explore further.

Wind was making a big sound

the tarp blowing off,

I stand naked under the scortching sun.

A classless pain rises fiercely

I am careless about my height

amdist tall peaks.

Hypodermic, my little dachshund

holds the time in small paws

and plays with my stasis.

I loose my taste of salt on lips

charting between the tears

of infant fears.

Satish Verma

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

ONLY METAPHORS

A hidden self portrait

in a tar pit

I do not want to explore further.

Wind was making a big sound

the tarp blowing off,

I stand naked under the scortching sun.

A classless pain rises fiercely

I am careless about my height

amdist tall peaks.

Hypodermic, my little dachshund

holds the time in small paws

and plays with my stasis.

I loose my taste of salt on lips

charting between the tears

of infant fears.

Satish Verma

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

ONLY METAPHORS

A hidden self portrait

in a tar pit

I do not want to explore further.

Wind was making a big sound

the tarp blowing off,

I stand naked under the scortching sun.

A classless pain rises fiercely

I am careless about my height

amdist tall peaks.

Hypodermic, my little dachshund

holds the time in small paws

and plays with my stasis.

I loose my taste of salt on lips

charting between the tears

of infant fears.

Satish Verma

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

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