Abdication
This,
was the matter of non-matter,
permeating in every pore, cell,
thought. An elusive,
connection to unknown.
You,
want to create a Grail
to receive the blood, of heaven
to imbue,
the dark space.
A chilling,
belief to confer,
a glorified name to astigmatism
without the consent
of the eye.
Arboreal,
the naked soul
renunciates all the fruits
and departs for
another sky.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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