Singularity

satishverma

The horses run like―
tiny dots, on horizon, to
meet inevitable.

A celestial dance
ensues for skulls uncapped
to hear the echoes.

How far was the house
of god, where you will receive
the revelation?

My tribe was hurt. I
cannot stand indeterminate
end of the slaughter.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2019 21:32
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 11
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