Falling ManA Poem by Satish VermaFalling Man
I take the big
space. Coming of age was visible. Can you bend the time? An ant runs on the mirror to land on the moon. There was the cabal to defame beautiful. Violence, who will control the uncontrollable. We stand in mudslide to reach mountain. Steering blind, do you know how to die in moonlight, when god's conspiracy of silence is uncovered. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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