ConvolutionsA Poem by Satish VermaUnhinged in final descent.
Unhinged
in final descent. A distrust starts the speechless howling. The veiled threat to lock the door and see the other world. II Unmarried- the pears will not ripen. Sense of persecution haunts. The doves fly away you wrote your name on the wings. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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