Holed UpA Poem by Satish VermaYou are becoming a frozen leak, the violet
You are becoming a
frozen leak, the violet end. Ultra was not going beyond the zero. Here the― journey ends. Dispersion of light was increasing, the surface tension between me and religion. Again you are deflecting, taking an oblique route to find the truth. Who was the father of an unborn lie? I was not expanding any more. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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