Missed AdventuresA Poem by Satish VermaThe waves had brought me to you.
The waves
had brought me to you. Do not be gentle to time. Lower the songs into a mass grave, as the violence spreads. This time-travel will take you to panic attacks. Blackness moves very fast. Hypoxia. Photons will take you to fading sun. Glitterati, now hurts. You cannot haul the gift of reeds. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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