A Smile Was RapedA Poem by Satish VermaA pinch of moon in the glass of my wine.
A pinch of moon
in the glass of my wine. I was looking at xerophytes in timeless zone. Like vampire bats hanging down from a branch, till eternity. What a tenacity, I would say. The world was not going to end. I would also not like the continuity of any drift or agitation. You make the water silted. Truth of baby innocense" takes birth again and again even the dark energy or dark matter overwhelms. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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