Stopping The WheelsA Poem by Satish VermaIt was a free fall. A plot seems to thicken.
It was a free fall.
A plot seems to thicken. I would never know. Perhaps I will not explain, how the test tube baby slapped the sky. The fun of unknowing the secret of a cold-blooded murder. Suddenly the streetlamp goes off. Night cracks open to release the animal. How a godman becomes a werewolf? The shadows are hovering. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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