Infinity Of AchingA Poem by Satish VermaLeaker had started the invasion of the lake. Leaker had started the invasion of the lake.
Leaker had started
the invasion of the lake. The house blinks every night. Was there any civility for boats to collect― the skeletons from the bed? The dust dances in my empty home. From where― the ashes of wounds had come? There was fear of unknown. I was afraid of the fear. I am burning your address. I see an apparition. A branded witch. I don't care. Death was always my friend. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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