Coming Out Of AsylumA Poem by Satish VermaMultiple hurts― and you still want to live
Multiple hurts― and
you still want to live in this dystopia. The queue was lengthening to catch up with moon. The gate man will talk of an apocalypse. The repeat flame, which does not die in the presence of sun. The thoughts. Will they ever stop in dark? The moonlight gathering the ashes. The erotica fails to cast the net. You want to collect the venom of desire capping the end blues. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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