Eternal NothingnessA Poem by Satish VermaA dirty word waits for the chilling moon.
A dirty word
waits for the chilling moon. Be aware now. I am going to ask the black mountain. There was no credible reason, why did you wait so long for a chimera? A chaste excuse for seven seas. They wanted a close encounter with aliens. This was spring of orange and black monarchs who have to distribute the gifts for hunger earth. I cannot understand myself. Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I start grieving. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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