Water BirthA Poem by Satish VermaWater Birth
The daily assaults
hit me, like the serrated spine of stingray. This moment of hubris stares at me, eyes wide open. What you did't know was always overwhelming. Something enters into your blood. How many years you need to live? The hope was exploding. Overnight you become very old, tired and exhausted, quitting the corrosive throne. Everyday a poem is ejected, to keep me sane. Faultless like a yellow rose I paint on the blind― spot of bonding. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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