IdeationA Poem by Satish VermaA fuzzy fear descends. You become ensconced―
A fuzzy fear descends.
You become ensconced― in the smell of a paranoia. The saltcutter will forego the idiosyncrasy and start collecting the oil from the dome. A stain on the shirt spreads, covers the heart in distress. Codas were waiting. Do not burn the book. Go in a lily pond for a ― script. The different shades of flesh will be revealed. The divine sin will ask for a retribution for ― the withdrawl syndrome. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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