Ghostly Poem by Satish Verma

Ghostly



An alien feeling
of weird dreams
whirling in eddies
of thoughts.

Vertigo.
I snapped at moon,
bursting on to pow wow
at phallic rocks.

The God was kind enough
blessed the knife
which fell in lake
without noise.

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