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ASPHYXIA

By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

The dark energy
brings a little death, everytime
you throw a lighted torch at -

the hunched mass of a wounded
pride when you were wanting
a wayout from within in vain.

A neurotic dilemma to
arrive or not to arrive
for the final act of -

kicking the bucket. Silence
one day will speak to me
in whispers for a beautiful
elegy of a charred remains
of a renegade god who always
wanted a silver rain.

By Satish Verma | Feb 24, 2015 | Category > Poem >Nature | Comments | Views 857

 
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