Inquiring myself
to understand the goddess
of visitations.
This world was not
my choice. Space was shrinking,
and time expanding.
I walk in the crowd
to be lynched on the name
of forgotten god.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: April 29th, 2024 21:18
- Category: Nature
- Views: 1
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