Stranger In A FixA Poem by Satish VermaStranger In A Fix
Becoming was
eggs walk. You were wearing human heart. When you shed the qualms, poems fly out of the nest. This was an absurd math. Did you reach the mount of god? As it happens, you understand it very late. There was fear of living ever. Will it come out? The meaning? From in-house search of truth. Do you believe, groping will find the missing book? © 2024 Satish Verma |
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