Becoming Oneself

satishverma

Truthless,
I was searching the self,
in truth of life.

It leaves many
questions, unanswered.
There was import-

of risqué. The generated
heat would kill
ordinary answers.

You can tear up,
a mountain to release
the particles,

although invisible.
You stretch out your hands
to collect black currants.

For a kick-start
you start shouting.
I am the truth!

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2017 01:10
  • Category: Nature
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  • Tony36

    Great write



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