Hanging from the crescent
moon, you want to script
your own fall.
Intrigue was important
for thinking big, like
a colossal waste.
A swan lowers
its legs for the moonwalk
on the red lake.
Cracks appear, when
you want a mood-lifter to
live in a triangle.
An apparition, takes
the charge of perceiving
a bloodbath without killing.
The bigotry lives
for ever, under the tutelage
of sacred gurus.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: October 26th, 2020 21:48
- Category: Nature
- Views: 8
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