Overbalancing Poem by Satish Verma
Overbalancing
The space between the
two ends, was becoming
a game of thorns.
The leprous increase
tips the moon. An unseen
virgin becomes red rose.
It was another day in
the desert. I don't want
to become a prophet.
A titular sun was
collecting the lilies to
divide the night in halves.
Manipulating the nucleus,
are you ready to accept
the uncommitted sin?
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4/25/2024 8:09:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
game of thorns, I like it, thanks, ,