Why did you cast
a net to catch
the monster?
Some dark whispers
intending to flog the
supermodel?
What was your fecundity
before you had become
a saint?
Lean unto me, my
soul mate. Can you hear
the footfalls of invisible?
The wholeness was counting
the beads. Are we
killing our icons and prophets?
Moving like a madman
was the motif for you.
I am not going to live dangerously.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2019 19:19
- Category: Nature
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