Theme: Life


go undivine with me and remain untouched,
in dwindling love of faith.
A forerunner of nothingness in a theological mess,
breaking the mirrors in a slaughter house,
finding a god.
Collecting ruins of sounds, veils,
traversing the fecundity of words, phrases.
Night was encroaching upon...
You hear the destruction of lianas.
Hold your wings and listen to your blood,


More By  :  Satish Verma

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