Abstract Of Tears Poem by Satish Verma

Abstract Of Tears



Give me a cleaver.
Bifurcation begins. You create alienation
to tear into moon sans clothes.

It was a May Day.
The riskiest game. The smoke fills the
eyes and reptiles start moving.

Earth is trembling. It was
your maiden flight. You cannot try
to make new sacred temples.

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