Bald Arguments

satishverma

How do I remember 
you, I ask grammarly 
between life and death. 

You were not very 
keen to know, 
what I did not say. 

What I saw was a 
moonshot, restrained by a dig in. 

Ultimately I sniffed that, 
nobody wins in love. 

The bona fides are at stake. 
The mob was not a validity, 
stranger than real. 

Collectively I will gather 
the stones to throw on god. 

The road warrior was dead. 
There was no path.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2019 20:11
  • Category: Nature
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  • Nicholas Browning

    Cryptic yet straightforward as always. Nice read.



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