SeminalA Poem by Satish VermaAn early bloomer: you jumped on the otherside,
An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside, of Milky Way, at night. Hearing the voices, from inside, becoming a Buddha. The semen, without light― sprouts, into a mad tree. Not normal. Starts walking at acute angle, randomly, for a cosmic, rare encounter. A severed hand writes the destiny of man who went wild. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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