The EssentialA Poem by Satish VermaNight was all black. I could not find my
Night was all black.
I could not find my hands / half-dead" velvety ribs. I want to rub the spikes and" toe the line of hurricane. The naked eye, a-roving will search for the moon as the superstorm was" poised for a landfall. To receive the wrath" the ants will find the" watermark and move to higher grounds. The sea throws up the secret of unknown. © 2017 Satish Verma |
StatsAuthor
|