Unending RopeA Poem by Satish VermaHow will you be defining a war, when you
How will you be defining
a war, when you meet without machetes? Between real and fiction lies a deficient bridge. We will go for a walk to find― the weak spots. A dead city moves in its entirety. You prepare yourself to read the tea leaves. The dregs were in power. Why you were becoming schizophrenic? Do not blow at the dead sparks. How long the shadow now you want to throw? © 2019 Satish Verma |
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