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The Clan

By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

As I come, for molarity
without molars.
No grinding was left
in the millstones.

The family
accumulates. My distorted shape
will not accept
the broken ankle.

Paraplegic, you run
faster than meteriorite.
The boom was heard
beyond cacophony.

It had come from
the blue. The burning anchor
of desire, without
the damp eyes.

By Satish Verma | Nov 18, 2017 | Category > Poem >Life | Comments | Views 183

 
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