Cross BeamsA Poem by Satish VermaA quest for negativity after becoming apolitical.
A quest for negativity
after becoming apolitical. The moon was marginalized, when you lighted your― earthen lamp under the holy basil. At night the demons begin the assaults to make the milk dirty. The bluebird descends in the dream to pick up the elders for a wreath. I am not going to cro © 2017 Satish Verma |
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