Count DownA Poem by Satish VermaCount Down
Everlasting―
revelation. As if a vampire was made up of stars. The spooking tilts. I remake myself as one of the last voices. This street goes nowhere.You must search yourself to find your cessation. Clock over clock. Time does not move without a murder daily. The democracy lives. Somebody laughs behind the bars. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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