Overbalancing

Overbalancing

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The space between the two ends, was becoming

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The space between the 
two ends, was becoming 
a game of thorns. 

The leprous increase 
tips the moon. An unseen 
virgin becomes red rose. 

It was another day in 
the desert. I don't want 
to become a prophet. 

A titular sun was 
collecting the lilies to 
divide the night in halves. 

Manipulating the nucleus, 
are you ready to accept 
the uncommitted sin?

© 2016 Satish Verma


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Added on December 21, 2016
Last Updated on December 21, 2016
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