A witch-hunting
starts, when you become
invisible from the centre
of trinity.
I ask the stranger,
what you hide from the
stars of galaxy?
When I am finally
alone. I will encounter your
ghost to know your intent.
For god sake do not go insane.
Word-by-word, I will read
your history of becoming
human.
Swimming like a
seahorse in water, your
pain stands erect like
a totem to build
your own kind.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2022 21:04
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Brilliant!
(and Happy New Year!)
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