Without CurseA Poem by Satish VermaThe animals are― in solid fear,
The animals are―
in solid fear, of man. Fauna was in distress, delivering the offspring― to unnamed creator. Earthworms were regrouping to start burrowing under the mausoleums. Stoicism would find a new house. The mutiny had collapsed in good weather. Of winter and summer, You know the discipline of winds, when birds sing. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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