Unchained Poem by Satish Verma

Unchained



Talking to wet moons
one day I asked, were you absconding
from Mars. There was a big laugh.

Touch-me-nots on window
start thinking. How long the planets
will rotate without sun.

A black cow comes out from
a painting and starts searching her offspring.
Time was short. Predators were ready.

Saturday, October 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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