Ascending Paresis Poem by Satish Verma
Ascending Paresis
This was the art of killing.
From the dizzying
heights you throw the
vesicants.
Now you need the gliomas
to finish the job.
At wrong time, I was
raising the bizarre questions.
Why the wealth brings-
the change of life?
A wandering pain
caves in, where the moon
looks sick in its paleness.
The massive lies, deep
in dirty tricks after the traffic
of voices.In blank space
I plant my poem.
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5/4/2024 4:29:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Why the wealth brings- the change of life? A wandering pain caves in, where the moon looks sick in its paleness. Beautiful. Highly appreciable lines. 10++ for sharing this poem.