Chronicity - Poem by Satish Verma
I was keeping a vigil in holy town
on a water cut. Lucy, Lucy did you have
a dirty mind?
This luciferina, will not tell the truth.
Venus and Venus flytrap had a
And I was facing the dismembered tragedy
of freedom, unblooded in alien land
of unthinkable prayers.
Where the country will carry my pilgrimage
of fears and apprehensions? I thought,
and therefore I disappeared.
In convoy of great ideas, the escort was
a beautiful god, who went to sleep
when assault came.
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