Beware Of The Peaks

satishverma

To repel the slice of 
hope, the patriarch 
falls midway. 

Pushed to the end of 
leaf, a moth is propelled 
in the mouth of deeps. 

The boat starts sinking 
in the age of doubts 
and dementia. You 

will need to manage 
your fires. A hollow 
rustling of slogans will, 

not repeal the canorous 
sounds coming from the 
orgy. Life takes a turn. 

It asks for an insane man 
to change the world.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2018 19:56
  • Category: Nature
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  • User favorite of this poem: Laura🌻.
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Comments1

  • Laura🌻

    Insanity is running amuck!



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