Outgunned by life,you escape
to epipheny. The inner-
voice had betrayed. Are you
ready to meet the believer ?
Sad ending of mithridatism-
in the wake of realization.
The growing clout of pink petals
was overwhelming the dust.
The leaf body mimics the
rocks. From the rear ocean
a wailing picks up the blackberries.
I was ready for the final assault.
Predawn blitzkrieg begins.
You start picking the apples from
the green eyes. The truth-
was never so near to moon.
Satish Verma
Categories:
mithridatism, art,
Form: ABC