Less Asylum Poem by Satish Verma

Less Asylum



This fake city
encounters

a thundering
moment; I go down

coveting a mating
call from an explosion

of hallowed
questions, with no answers.

Stones were after all
stones, not gems of knowledge.

How can you make a
universal elixir figuratively

out of garbage of
human tongues?

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