The Sterility Poem by Satish Verma

The Sterility



Becoming scattered,
the winged visitors
in my chest.

Is there a home―
for sane thoughts in the jungle―
of unthruths?

How long I will
continue my journey
in search of grass?

Monday, August 25, 2014
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