A Bruised MemoryA Poem by Satish VermaThe basics to live was with the peeling off,
The basics to live
was with the peeling off, the tangerines. The innovative flight takes you to surrealism― of a countdown, which begins to send a subsonic device to small jupiters. You receive the call and jump into black sea― eliminating the foes, breaking the bridge. This moment after sometime splits, ejects the god particle. You slip out of backyard to embrace the apparition. The ending was never a happy thing. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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