Made On Earth


You by yourself,
will become me―
one day.

I am standing―
lone, with
body planet.

The intrinsic design―
of ampersand
falters. And

partition of soul
begins. The mutation
from the dust to schism takes place.

Where tears cannot
reach, the poem
will carry the message.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2019 20:29
  • Category: Nature
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  • Aislinn Wilson

    I love your unorthodox line breaks.

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