REVELATION

satishverma

Your unclaimers 
will miss the date 
with a lunatic world, 

what might 
you need 
for the final journey. 

Don’t stop at midway 
to watch the history 
taking a turn. 

A crispy sun 
was waiting in meadows 
to welcome bonhomie, 

freedom of unlacing 
the foes. The flesh sends 
upright signals 

for releasing the soul. 
The incredible smell of bleed 
will hang on the solid stings of space.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2013 21:09
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