Match The Zero Poem by Satish Verma

Match The Zero



Every thing is not true.
Lips moist, you are creating angels.
to stop the birth of exoplanets.

Who maps the protoplast?
And ten feet tall aliens, with long
hands to catch the bald headed eagles.

Wake and drink the
hawthorn. Ultimately it will make you
a king without a kingdom.

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