An obsession
to betray many faces
of man.
Likening you
with Venus only, who had
defeated the half-clad religion.
No scarves to hide
the bald earth. I was
at peace in my roots.
Or you can choke me
to die in a gas chamber
metaphysically, destroying your being.
An ocean
in my eyes. Can you gauge
its depth? Raised in water
I will go with water.
I become upset
when you don't speak in sun
like tall peaks of Himalayas.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2020 23:49
- Category: Nature
- Views: 4
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