ExtraversionA Poem by Satish VermaBeing outsider, you will not be excused.
Being outsider,
you will not be excused. Deluded perfectly. This was a holy crime to be burned out. You can walk round and round around the bed, in search of sleep. This night was yours. I had embarrassed the moon. It was watching me from the window with a quizzical look. Of meager existence an asteroid wants― to beat the sun. The palm holds the secret of orbs. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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