The Massive Glory Poem by Satish Verma

The Massive Glory



Shine the path. Someone
commits to die without pain,
disengaging from the jarring religions.

The chill will not go
by the little bottle. There was artificial
love to make the ends meet.

Avocados were talking
about new impacts. You have lived
enough. Where the pits go?

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