The spill of sheen
after deep throat explosion.
Not as special
as the day appeared.
Afraid of complete annihilation?
Was it possible?
Untenable?
Living in a cavern full of bats?
A key slept in a lock
unmoving the golden doors.
Beyond the control,
lies disaster.
Satish Verma
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