Beware Of The Peaks Poem by Satish Verma
Beware Of The Peaks
To repel the slice of
hope, the patriarch
falls midway.
Pushed to the end of
leaf, a moth is propelled
in the mouth of deeps.
The boat starts sinking
in the age of doubts
and dementia. You
will need to manage
your fires. A hollow
rustling of slogans will,
not repeal the canorous
sounds coming from the
orgy. Life takes a turn.
It asks for an insane man
to change the world.
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