Pulsating Poem by Satish Verma

Pulsating



In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes
redundant.
You go straight for a snakeroot.

A flat cluster of white flowers
spurs a stigma
at the white moon
for floating rumors.

This was my native pain
of brilliant tapestry.
The threads had a weaver’s knot
of rare beliefs.

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