![]() Unrisen HorizonA Poem by Satish Verma![]() Take off the glasses and look at it closely, the infant![]()
Take off the glasses and
look at it closely, the infant universe of the ― receding age. I said, weapons should not be allowed to speak, cheating the all terrain of humankind. The legality has to be defined to earn the daily bread for impregnable hunger. Whatsoever, there was no precedence to take the occult into the homes of non- committal voices. You become the temple without god, who was waiting at the gate. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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