A Fracas Goes OnA Poem by Satish VermaRemarkably steadfast, the mighty oak was standing up, as
Remarkably steadfast, the
mighty oak was standing up, as the thick rain was pounding at it. I had come a faraway to unleash the tenacity. The flesh and the moon. It was the anniversary of ropes and shackles. You should not have adored the distant dreams without touching them. The transcript was not ready. No template was perfect. I would not know most of you. That was a bliss. In blue and dark― I will sail for nothingness. No more, no less. The chirping, synchronized trill of crickets, encourages to stand still, I listen without hearing. I have come back to zero. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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