Chaste EnergyA Poem by Satish VermaChaste Energy
Let it be,
you don't engage in dispute with me, to make us complete and whole. Sharp stings leave my skin singed. Barehanded I will fight with a hollowed tiger. A dark fear still hangs on the milked mind. The tunnel was unlit. You wanted to become a white god. The dead wine spills from the ceramics. With feet of clay you run very fast to catch your shadow. One day you will walk in, to take revenge on kismet and blend with me. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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