Theme: Life


In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes redundant.
You go straight for a snakeroot.
A flat cluster of white flowers
spurs a stigma
at the white moon for floating rumors.
This was my native pain of brilliant tapestry.
The threads had a weaver’s knot
of rare beliefs.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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