Theme: Life

Under The Mist

Aggressive posture of silence 
sweeps the mind. 
I preempt the drowning of septum 
in calving ice. 
The ostium ultimately opens 
to spill over the therapy. 

You go into the cave
to pull out the newborn thought. 
The day runs again for bread
and butter. There are 
no holds barred. It 
was an intact valve. 

But the heart blew away 
the soft feathers. 
I cannot fly now.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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