Seminal Poem by Satish Verma
Seminal
An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside,
of Milky Way, at night.
Hearing the voices,
from inside,
becoming a Buddha.
The semen, without light―
sprouts, into a mad tree.
Not normal.
Starts walking at acute
angle, randomly,
for a cosmic, rare encounter.
A severed hand
writes the destiny of man
who went wild.
Friday, September 26, 2014
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9/19/2024 6:30:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A severed hand writes the destiny of man.......beautiful poem composed in meaningful way.