Theme: Life


brings out, the black fever. 
Stars will chart the inky path. 

It was too close 
the brazen attack 
on sacred rites. 

of contents was besides, heavy. 
I am going to flee from spaces. 

You become a fodder 
of white ghost. 
Your shadow cleaves in water. 

Below the bridge 
hangs a tale. 
The river had received phosphorescent bodies.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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