Call Of UnseenA Poem by Satish VermaCall Of Unseen`
Snared by clouds
the crescent moon was swaying, like a palm tree in a hurricane. There was no ethnic divide. My skin was colored like your lips. The predator was on prowl. Don't go near the pink lake. The animal would want his pound of flesh. The plurality was at stake. I don't need to burn the evidence. I was the kill. An extra syllable will claim the singulant. You stay in motion like hummingbird. I will never be myself without your aura. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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