Oblique VisionA Poem by Satish VermaOblique Vision
City of ashes and
burns, I try to place my home after the mudslide. It was a great show. You ape the rain coat, enter the cloud to fight the fog. Cocoons will not burst. No pain of deliverance. Butterflies drop wings. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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