OverbalancingA Poem by Satish VermaThe space between the two ends, was becoming
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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