Soul-Searching
Incubation was not
complete. The thirst of
thoughts will find a
convoluted shell-
wrapping up the kernel.
Throw a stone on the
sinner. This was on
me. I will accept the
rocks to open up-
a fountain.
There was a silver screen
for the lovers. You will
not regret for the raw
emotions. A sperm whale
in the sea will spew-
a streams of profanities.
Satish Verma
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