The Massive Glory

satishverma

Shine the path. Someone
commits to die without pain,
disengaging from the jarring religions.

The chill will not go
by the little bottle. There was artificial
love to make the ends meet.

Avocados were talking
about new impacts. You have lived
enough. Where the pits go?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 29th, 2021 00:38
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 24
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    so deep, even excavated line by line
    this worded fountain of insightful wisdom
    shan't ever be unfurled in its entirety,
    testimony to how you've tamed
    such a wide ranging, yet focused - study
    with practised skill of brevity and conveyed sincerity
    whilst managing to deliver, such acute commentary



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