Ask The Ladybugs

satishverma

With your basest coins,
will you not add
to my woes, like invasive
hyacinths?

In the hot power
matrix, don't become
the hypothermic.

A geometric design
was coming up. Most innocent
was responsible for the
rape of a beautiful city.

A burning sitar
was still giving out a
melodioustune without
a wire pick.

The hot days have turned into
wild animals, eating away
my thoughts.

I freeze in my step at
middle of the road.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2021 22:17
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 20
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