Dips In Reverie Poem by Satish Verma

Dips In Reverie

Rating: 5.0


The brilliant moon is
calling again to undress in moonlight.
I need less than nothing.

No oblique questions.
It was a fake meme, transcended
to a traveler to find the mystic pain.

It hurts, it bleeds.
Break to the soul. An asteroid is going
to crash on the home of truth.

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