VoicelesslyA Poem by Satish VermaListening from the walls what was not sacred.
Listening
from the walls what was not sacred. * A bipolar body― slaps the weird space, between your eyes. * On the morning of new year a hungry panther waits. * Before he exploded― himself, he wrote his name on boots. * The petunias were always laughing after the rains. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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