Living By Animation Poem by Satish Verma

Living By Animation



You tell me little.
Water was rising. A kill, a poem.
You forget the alphabet of love.

No qualms. Stubbles
will burn to send the smoke signal.
Can you read the message of navigation?

Will you go for a foe's
jugular? He lives in you crawling.
Clueless you wander to search god.

Sunday, November 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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