Sucking Blatantly

satishverma

This was the pain through the window
in humility.
Cannot catch a break in rambling
rose,
carrying the dead crown of
a tryant.

The blindness makes
a presence.
People are bidding farewell
to the bloody son.

I want to come in death
now, after thousand years,
living in violence
of man.

The untouchable moon
was laughing.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2015 22:15
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 15
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