Neran Sati


Passion Course - Poem by Neran Sati

The beast of passion grows out of our differences, the polarities of dust.. till fallen into oblivion, annihilating inner distances.. like an ancient star. Then, as reborn, recycled.. the black hole sucking it, again and again. It image stalled on screen, at event horizon.. with poetry.. inspiring, till end of time. It seed, the primer, waiting for rebirth, in another universe.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, universe

Form: Imagery


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 10, 2016


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