Living on fringe
he was stealing genes.
Fear of rebirth
started a dialogue with death!
Ignited by an asexual urge
the belly went into flames.
The super star dived in sea
dragging down his old father.
The sleek content of million years
defies the water, the wind.
The godhood remains a mystery
in the blue shapeless sky.
The impatience becomes the godmother.
Like mushrooms we grow.
Nobody will notice the change.
A white shroud stuns the artist.
Satish Verma
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as always a powerful and insightful poem
I love your poetry. Very well penned. Very power filled poem.
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