I should not have been
there, where I am now.
The destiny was unscrupulously quiet.
Time goes in suspension
when I don't see you in me.
Flaunting the assets
of dwarf generation, you
kill the galaxy of stars brazenly.
Paraplegia. You break
the eggs in air to touch the placentae.
Twirled. I ask
the question, when your lips
will drown in stoned Buddha?
Out of reach, the honeybees
fly towards the virgin trees.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: September 21st, 2018 19:47
- Category: Nature
- Views: 16
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