Conflict Of Centuries Poem by Satish Verma

Conflict Of Centuries



The emptiness of
ageing cells seeks a tiger
to maul the house.

Of sizzled dreams.
Why one has to become
ethereal in―

Quest for elixir?
I peel off tangerine's
strange red skin.

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