Why Do You Think of Sins?

satishverma

Unlearned, I will not change
my invincible trust in me of microgravity,

Can there be recovery to think
again after the concussion given by a wall ?

Why do I think of a blind man, the moon was
behaving like Dante. I am still rubbing my hands.

O my grief, nobody dares to
drink the water of a burning sea.

The boy doesn't want to marry a
teacup in the shadow of a volcano.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 15th, 2022 20:18
  • Category: Nature
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