Tribulations

satishverma

One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement.
Down’s syndrome frightens the catfish.

The bottom dwelling
body double, wants a compensation
for jumping up to your lips.

Not impressed, in vitro
the black moon
heaps a silver spoon in your mouth.

The body preys on your soul.
Are you ready to take a dip
in the smoke coming out of the tunnel?

The hard boiled tale
of intrauterine device, seals the
fear of life. there was no birth, no death.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2017 20:24
  • Category: Nature
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  • willyweed

    another good one old buddy!



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