Muffled Sounds

satishverma

Like the xenia effect 
the terror 
was changing the landscape. 
Will you become my eyes 
in scorched run 
to my god? 
The sea has turned black 
in holy rain. I don't ask 
any numbers. 


A child weeps inside 
me. Hydrophobia. You cannot 
go near the water. Stay 
away from me. A white 
cobra was coming to kiss me. 
Religion has become a 
toxic drink. I cannot mix my 
tears with hate. 

The bodies are still 
coming in the water.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2019 22:24
  • Category: Nature
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