Karmic InfluenceA Poem by Satish VermaUnder surveillance, the vegetable― lives on ventilator.
Under surveillance, the vegetable―
lives on ventilator. All doors were shut― for the dark― to remain inside. The spastic breathing with― rising chest, delivers the nuances of death. Are you sure― it was easier to live? Asking the destiny to wait― at the door. You can write your own epitaph― on the dust― for posterity. I am coming home to collect― your letters― you were writing to me daily― but never dared to post. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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