Until Pain

satishverma

Like a snowfox
it stampedes.
A mass panic of legs
after the flame festival.
Language moves like a landslide,
without vocabulary.

A love sperm will not go
into the test tube.
Baby was waiting, looking for
mother. The wetland was boiling.
The pain was worthy of the lamb
sacrificed.

Like a lantern, herpes zoster, burns.
The ganglia in memory of sick embrace.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2015 01:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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