![]() What HospiceA Poem by Satish Verma![]() Becoming unsteady at points of darkness.![]()
Becoming unsteady
at points of darkness. Tinged with blue I am ready for the unspoken departure. How to reach out― for a situation, which was not? You sleep on the floor to hear the earth’s agony. A helix― surrounds the imperfect creation of unsavory thoughts. Abusive was the creator, The evil had a beauty in destruction. © 2016 Satish Verma |
StatsAuthor
|