That IsA Poem by Satish VermaLet be it. The little bowl abandoning
Let be it.
The little bowl abandoning the unreachable pink-light. Ambrosia- was searching a geometric center of a smoking hub. Flame- of a bonefire was leaping towards a topless tumbler. The midriff will spell a disaster. A nomadic- sleepwalker had become incandescent, starts a prayer for a condemned enemy. My body was a river. flowing- on the impacted rocks of violence. Was non-violence still relevant in turbulent times? Give me some unreason today. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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