Like An AsteroidA Poem by Satish VermaBurning rocks had a near miss. The
Burning rocks had
a near miss. The questions splatter the blood- to inspire and break you inside and out. Unbecoming, to end the relationship. The story― begins of an introvert. The ungreen grass waits for your wet toes, to breathe again. The blood-money was very high, after the― violent end of a blade run. My pillow is soaked of a moonfall. The anguish of a bodyless grave was haunting. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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