Neonate Poem by Satish Verma

Neonate



Becoming polar.
The climax comes
without end.

The physical
intimacy of headliners?
You were not reaching anywhere.

Pretty large
was the near-view.
Eons ago there was a neoclassicism.

The core intensity
was golden.
But circumference was ambulatory.

Planets will watch
the rover
for the final descent of god!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: intimacy
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