Voicelessly

satishverma

Listening 
from the walls what 
was not sacred. 



A bipolar body― 
slaps the weird 
space, between your eyes. 



On the morning 
of new year 
a hungry panther waits. 



Before he exploded― 
himself, he wrote 
his name on boots. 



The petunias 
were always laughing 
after the rains.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2019 19:58
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 7
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