EternalityA Poem by Satish VermaAll day it rained. There was no destination.
All day it rained.
There was no destination. The futurist will incite the blue light in the itinerary. You can convert the eye into moon. The sky follows the assassin under" the cover. O Brother, I wanted to scream. Lines were not clear but the blood was same, in syntax and on knife. The potential, the genius, the capital. They were clubbed to win the game. The earth will go searching the fakir. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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