Revelation
Your unclaimers
will miss the date
with a lunatic world,
what might
you need
for the final journey.
Don’t stop at midway
to watch the history
taking a turn.
A crispy sun
was waiting in meadows
to welcome bonhomie,
freedom of unlacing
the foes. The flesh sends
upright signals
for releasing the soul.
The incredible smell of bleed
will hang on the solid stings of space.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009
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