MetempsychosisA Poem by Satish VermaWhy would you need a miracle to become human, after
Why would you need a
miracle to become human, after shedding the skin? In smoke screen you become a lizard, creeping on lips, hips, and chest of an ignorant person. Verbs would roll down to explain the gorgeous valley of sylvian fissure. You had stopped thinking after tequila. The agave blooms once in a century and dies. The man becomes beast in one night and lives for ever. Anguish calls. I don't hear my voice. Become brain-dead, to meet my- blue gods- © 2019 Satish Verma |
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