Convolutions Poem by Satish Verma

Convolutions



Unhinged
in final descent.

A distrust starts
the speechless howling.

The veiled threat
to lock the door
and see the other world.

II

Unmarried― the pears
will not ripen.

Sense of persecution
haunts.

The doves fly away
you wrote your name on the wings.

Monday, March 20, 2017
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