After Meeting GodA Poem by Satish VermaYou should not be present― everywhere, O God. Pull down,
You should not be present―
everywhere, O God. Pull down, all the shutters of your temples. I am mortified, of a hidden hand, that gives spurious― sugar coated hymns. A hometown crowd assembles at the door of the― palace to hear the arrival. What was the natural descent made of? A cyber attack was the most desirable thing. A crypt sets you free― from the engraved sermons. All night I will sit on the vigil, for a vision. The book was blank for a goodnight deal. I will not cross any unwritten poem. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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