Hole In The HeartA Poem by Satish VermaIt was all white. You wanted to see the interruption
It was all white.
You wanted to see the interruption by black rocks. In frost you don't leave footprints, do not reach anywhere. A facial deviation separates the primates from enlightened beasts. Stones won't roll today. Bystanders would not pickup the fallen. The unarmed question― marks fall flat. There was no ready answer. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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