Recovering - Poem by Satish Verma
Outgunned by life, you escape
to epipheny. The inner─
voice had betrayed. Are you
ready to meet the believer?
Sad ending of mithridatism─
in the wake of realization.
The growing clout of pink petals
was overwhelming the dust.
The leaf body mimics the
rocks. From the rear ocean
a wailing picks up the blackberries.
I was ready for the final assault.
Predawn blitzkrieg begins.
You start picking the apples from
the green eyes. The truth─
was never so near to moon.
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