Soul-Searching

satishverma

Incubation was not 
complete. The thirst of 
thoughts will find a 
convoluted shell─ 
wrapping up the kernel. 

Throw a stone on the 
sinner. This was on 
me. I will accept the 
rocks to open up─ 
a fountain. 

There was a silver screen 
for the lovers. You will 
not regret for the raw 
emotions. A sperm whale 
in the sea will spew─ 
a streams of profanities.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2017 20:28
  • Category: Nature
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