Cleansing Poem by Satish Verma
Cleansing
It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection;
the moon had left
the grey anatomy of earth.
Crazy,
yes the system shows
sheer lunacy. The prudence
was chasing a smoke.
A long winged golden eagle
soars high for a prey of short limbs.
The opaque ankles
will not take the victim very far.
A cut-glass vase will have
an unrelenting rose, who was not
responsible for crucification,
like hawthorns.
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