An Empirical Formula Poem by Satish Verma
An Empirical Formula
Rating: ★3.0
The speeding light from
the sand hills was piercing. The
expansionism crumbles.
There was a need to
be undressed. I am haunted by unknown
voices coming from the moon.
Give me some paisa
to become rich. Poverty was my biggest
friend. Till now it walks like a lion.
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: haunted,poverty,voices
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