Dug Civil
Ageless, Ageless
Too beholden to the water of life.
It hurts when you voluntarily were thirsty.
You break bread in the mood reflection.
Who will climb the cross today?
The chandelier was on the smug faces
The civil war was again.
The god was crying quietly declining.
Someone shot the flamingos in flight.
The militia began the bloodshed.
Painfully I collect sounds.
A new world starts broken plasma.
Electrons have moved their orbits.
A dog sniffs a mound of earth freshly dug.
Instead of a body of a wreath was found.
Satish Verma
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AGELESS
Too beholden to the water of life.
It hurts when you voluntarily were thirsty.
You break bread in the mood for reflection.
Who will get the Cross today?
The shine was on the smug faces
The civil war was again.
The god was crying quietly declining.
Someone from the flamingos in flight.
Militias started the bloodshed.
I collect sounds painful.
A new world begins in the plasma off.
Electrons have shifted their orbits.
A dog sniffing a freshly dug mound of earth.
Instead of a body of a wreath was found.
Satish Verma
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AGELESS
Too beholden to the water of life.
It hurts when you voluntarily were thirsty.
You break bread in the mood for reflection.
Who will get the Cross today?
The shine was on the smug faces
The civil war was again.
The God wept quietly declining.
Someone from the flamingos in flight.
Militia started the bloodshed.
Painfully I collect sounds.
A new world begins in the plasma off.
Electrons have moved their orbits.
Indebted to a water of life.
It hurts when you voluntarily were thirsty.
You break bread in the mood for reflection.
Who will get the Cross today?
The shine was on the smug faces
The civil war was again.
The god was crying quietly declining.
Someone from the flamingos in flight.
Militia started the bloodshed.
I collect sounds painful.
A new world begins in the plasma off.
Electrons have moved their orbits.
A dog sniffing a freshly dug mound of earth.
Instead of a body of a wreath was found.
Satish Verma
————————————————– ——-
AGELESS
Too beholden to the water of life.
It hurts when you voluntarily were thirsty.
You break bread in the mood for reflection.
Who will get the Cross today?
The shine was on the smug faces
The civil war was again.
The god was crying quietly declining.
Someone from the flamingos in flight.
Militias started the bloodshed.
I collect sounds painful.
A new world begins in the plasma off.
Electrons have shifted their orbits.
A dog sniffing a freshly dug mound of earth.
Instead of a body of a wreath was found.
Satish Verma
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About the Author
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION. He can also be reached at kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
