About UnhappeningsA Poem by Satish VermaTaking refuge behind the solemn words, you speak loudly.
Taking refuge behind the
solemn words, you speak loudly. It rattles you, when you― hear, it was the world's end. I have not yet spoken to you about the happenings, which never happened. You want to slingshot the malignancy without your remedy. Illegible was the writing on the parchment. I must dig up the ruins. Matter of instinct, when you start washing your hands and spitting unendingly. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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