Scrutinizing Poem by Satish Verma

Scrutinizing



This jungle of words.
Fear, like a badger
comes, and sits at my door.

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The insects, I
am tired of them. All the
time I sit under a bo tree.

*
This city was
like an ocean, full
of predator sharks.

Saturday, October 18, 2014
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