Failed Immortality - Poem by Satish Verma
Blaze was coming to terms
with pyrotechnic cascade.
The dignity was emotionally drained out.
The persona turned to anima,
to find out the answer
for quality verdict.
A rogue mission had flattened
the brain. The piano man was dead
and climate was changing.
The safe, warm and wrapped up
seed, hiding in the mouth of a
drowned moon exploded in the silent
sea of telling thoughts.
A trembling tongue will spurt
out translated earth.
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