IndigenouslyA Poem by Satish VermaSheer drop of lightning takes the brown
Sheer drop of lightning
takes the brown land by storm. The cult grows― in the hills for the wolf to stay. There was no healing ceremony after the snake bites. The bodies are revered with thyme, when the moon dips, before dawn. The natives were ready to abandon the glory of man made world. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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