Silent PerceptionA Poem by Satish VermaThe crowds, I was always afraid of them.
The crowds,
I was always afraid of them. When you were battling for a space, you became a number, in the golden cage. Let me think... what was the temple-secret? Where was I when the inferno started? The grass still waits for a showdown with tall conifers. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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