UndreamingA Poem by Satish VermaThe euphemism goes― beyond the soft
The euphemism goes―
beyond the soft feather, becoming weightless. You must put it in the hysteria, after the laughing gas was released. The triumph and defeat of the rising breasts― ultimately gave in against, the coronation. The brooms were in plenty to sweep the rubble after the sky fell― between the old and young. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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