Escaping The WaitA Poem by Satish VermaPerfect domes― beehived.
Perfect domes―
beehived. An alien sitting in Mona Lisa? Do you in the pshyche of a beekeeper? A vision. The future tense retrieves the past glory of tenseless era. The mimicry will do its own job. A freak incident. Earth was moving. Corned bodies riding on lead. You must fill up the blanks to― prepare for lethal descent. Idolatry. Every cult becomes a new idol. Hate-filled sermons. Yestersins will pay for the mortgage. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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