Forces Unseen Poem by Satish Verma

Forces Unseen



He was slated to become
godless, without engaging―
the nature.

The violence continues
in every joint, after an ego clash
in fractured body.

A blood carnival, between
divine and the beast, paying
the debt of earth.

The decadence. Let it be.
Becoming beautiful
in great decline.

The dice has been thrown.
A chance to meet―
the death after the duel.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016
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