Winter SleepA Poem by Satish VermaThe dust to dust phase in between, you
The dust to dust phase
in between, you did't want a self-destruction to resurrect a dying myth. Only God knows. Why there was only the body language to explain the miracle. You wake up a frog from hibernation. There was no drought. Plenty of rains. No nightmares. One has to change the climate shift. A muted denial stays in throat. You wanted to say the whole truth about life, which never was uttered. Scoliosis tilts the water balance. You cannot carry the vessels on head. Doubts would play on the script. Author had promised to live again. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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