Pure MundanityA Poem by Satish VermaIt should not have happened. But it has. For a god
It should not have happened.
But it has. For a god of dreams, there was no paradise. You had become an alien to your body. Split scenarios. A fight going on― between two selves. Every morn, a shock comes, a revelation pops up. You fall, a victim of civil war― in surprise. The headlights on, you were driving straight into the bright sun to burn your wings. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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