Ask The LadybugsA Poem by Satish VermaAsk The Ladybugs
With your basest coins,
will you not add to my woes, like invasive hyacinths? In the hot power matrix, don't become the hypothermic. A geometric design was coming up. Most innocent was responsible for the rape of a beautiful city. A burning sitar was still giving out a melodioustune without a wire pick. The hot days have turned into wild animals, eating away my thoughts. I freeze in my step at middle of the road. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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