TempestuousA Poem by Satish VermaStargazing will not stop. The will to find the answer,
Stargazing will not stop.
The will to find the answer, when the glacier breaks. You bring the god down to earth. Don’t want to bother any door. A pair of fetters fastened around my ankles. I hop to the house of sadness. The auroral spark ignites the leaker. Clouds burst crimson with tears. A ring of red stones were markers. Here fell the divine spirits, climbing on water. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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