There Was Only One LoveA Poem by Satish VermaThere Was Only One Love
The future looks like
an asylum. Incarcerated, the muscular planet will breach the trust. How will you receive the guest at the door if there was no light? This was not my hour. Confessor was not ready to bring out the knife. Venus flytrap with hinged jaws waits to catch the landing victim. Where was the moon? Tasting life as an archeologist, picking the ruins slowly, slowly. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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