Theme: Life

Holds Me Green

The cult catches you like a black hole.
You cannot scale the walls
- slide back in a crucible.
Like fried insects crisp and dry.
Witch-hunt starts.
Sky was blue in eyes,
winds will divide the space.
Do you need a mediator to read between the lines?
To cross the fence?
Who sucked me dry?
Who leeched me white?
Death holds me green!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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