Think Again Poem by Satish Verma

Think Again



Is it sacrilege?
Half-men were becoming―
predators? Insects?

That transcends the
sounds of agitated earth.
You don't bend to kiss.

A perverted sense―
prevails. Listen to rustling
of darkened night.

Saturday, October 13, 2018
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