Mind In Asylum

Mind In Asylum

A Poem by Satish Verma
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With unease, I follow the terror on terrace.

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With unease, I follow
the terror on terrace.
The moon was sauntering on the spiky grill.

Fugitive words. I wanted
to take them home. It was
a tipping pain.

That was a brazen assault
in my privacy. Leave me
alone with my roses―

I wanted to talk to them
for a while, before I climb
the rainbow to become artless.

The muse sometimes leaves
me behind. The body gives in,
fighting off the daydreams.

© 2020 Satish Verma


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Added on July 3, 2020
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