The Explosion


I sleep, I wake 
for a vigil. 
What was time? 

The godhood 
fails, when you 
become a beast. 

The thick cloud 
of sulphur, 
after the blastā€• 

rains limbs. To 
meet god, this 
was so easy?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 28th, 2018 19:53
  • Category: Nature
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