ConceivingA Poem by Satish VermaThe knife peels off the silence.
The knife peels off
the silence. Colours were very shrewd. * Tonight I want to sleep open-eyed, to keep a vigil on shooting stars. * The wood god had no limbs. Only jewels were used as prostheses. © 2017 Satish Verma |
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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