Images Rhymed Poem by Satish Verma
Images Rhymed
This was
a catastrophic state.
I had started
questioning myself.
The scientia implodes.
You swallow the pill
and become fluid.
A clock stops
I would be angry,
if the hands don't catch
the numbers.
Ancient pain.
You open the door
and light disappears.
I will draw
your face on sand
and then kill
the wind.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
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