Unwritten Affair Poem by Satish Verma

Unwritten Affair



This was eerie
in blue seizures. Half-mother
was ready to defend.

The sun, spins the hot
ash overnight. The waste land
will never answer.

You wake and lose
the rare event of alchemy.
Gold turns to base metal.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018
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