Leaving The HomeA Poem by Satish VermaYour hands start a fire―
Your hands
start a fire― thinking beyond the rainbow. The next hearing will encompass the unheard sins of islands. In spot, you open the lock and let in the strange voices, wearing the hidden masks of untold flaws. The system starts crumbling and you wash your feet in tumbling water of unsound river, held in abeyance. No house was left without ashes. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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