Not A DreamA Poem by Satish VermaImperfect mating. I am lurching forward― Imperfect mating. I am lurching forward― Imperfect mating. I am lurching forward―
Imperfect mating.
I am lurching forward― in a chaotic non-existence. There was no divinity in your sinless sprinkling. A timeless death was the only riposte to ephemeral queries. A lif-size God stands sentinel outside the museum. Only the mortal were etched on the walls. A pygmy cycas has bloomed after a decade. I have come back home to collect― my belongings of last life. © 2016 Satish VermaAuthor's Note
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