One Garden City

satishverma

The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand
full moons.

Cresting a culture of violence;
when a trident
bleeds you unethically?

A cave robber
becomes god incarnate. A
finger of land snaps-

and you savagely interrupt
the prayer and send the
message. Run, brother, run –

for the roots. Nights are
numbered and the
blue mountain is burning.


Sexless virginity is at stake!

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 27th, 2017 20:01
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 2


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