Quotes fail to wake on―
neat thinking. Truth
was going to a trial.
I will speak less
for ultimate, what we are
heading for. I was―
my own god.
At the start of the poem
you will find a swastika.
With curved arms, I was rowing a boat
under the moon.
A nose dive of a
shooting star still haunts me.
Where were you, when the
sky was burning?
A sacred prayer binds us both
waiting for an angel
to tie us apart. We will
watch, but go blind.
The hunger keeps the fire going.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: July 1st, 2020 20:03
- Category: Nature
- Views: 5
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