![]() DisasterA Poem by Satish Verma![]() The cult, the─ rape were also in play,![]()
The cult, the"
rape were also in play, when Icarus flew out of Crete. Carrying the sky on your shoulders when you were burning. After visitation I will write a poem on the triumph of failure. The dialect of body will tear down the bed unlearning the love. Whom would" you believe in distress unforgiving the sword. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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