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The Gift Of Abandonment

By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

The fantasy:
of moving in a circle,
taking a flower bath. A metaphysical
misquote. You were losing
your identity.

There was no abstract folly.
I will protect all the concrete truths.

To find a lover in the woods.

Fighting my demons
I start a circuitry of unborn vows.

The onslaughts continue.
Night comes with all its glory
to torment me, in absence of moon.

By Satish Verma | Nov 4, 2017 | Category > Poem >Life | Comments | Views 130

 
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