Poetry

Satish Verma


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3 may 2020

On Collision Course

No comments. The eagle
is ready to pounce on
your future, when you were
preparing to consume your past.

Flesh eaters. They are going
far than far. I wanted
to do something strange
and new, for example―

like destroying myself. Dirty
thoughts. Always coming with
new legends. It is a deep
hole. Cavernous.

A dark blankness. You
are not arriving. And then you
let it go― sensually, facing
the unknown. An explosion,

waits for a new birth. A poem!






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