Eternal Nothingness
A dirty word
waits for the chilling moon.
Be aware now. I am
going to ask the black mountain.
There was no credible
reason, why did you wait
so long for a chimera ?
A chaste excuse for
seven seas. They wanted a close
encounter with aliens.
This was spring of orange
and black monarchs
who have to distribute
the gifts for hunger earth.
I cannot understand myself.
Sometimes I am happy,
sometimes I start grieving.
Satish Verma
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