Will you give me an
abstract of the murder of a blind
well? I always jumped into an ocean.
It ejects me on the sand.
The second sex intervenes to start
bargaining of dreams with the moons.
The global pain moves
like a glacier, you stand on singed marble
to cool the flames of Taj Mahal.
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2021 20:40
- Category: Nature
- Views: 12
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.