The Fugitive

The Fugitive

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Bending the gravity you start falling upward.

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Bending the gravity
you start falling upward.
There was―
no distinction between earth and sky.

Unsaid thoughts without words
blend. A sign language conveying
the ageless twinge
of a faceless spirit.

Against the outrage of morals,
flatness becomes deep. The
quality suffers. Inception
invites the crime.

Strange things happen. Man
becomes a fireball, torching
the domes, shrines and littering
the streets with newborns.

© 2019 Satish Verma


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Added on September 17, 2019
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