Getting AcclimatedA Poem by Satish VermaFear is on rise. How long would you live with that?
Fear is on rise.
How long would you live with that? Terrible questions bring arousal bouts. The days are demanding answers from the red noses. Like patato peels you were wrinkling. The burning moths. How do they smell? Young beautiful faces wearing explosive skirts. Evening fever. You must be rooted not, to listen to― the call of desecrating the comic book. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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