Resuscitation? Poem by Satish Verma

Resuscitation?



I stand in pristine
fire pit, fighting vampires.
You bring black ice.

Migrating to moon?
Are you sure of the
honeymoon's awards.

Talking of karma
I don't believe in rebirth.
It were all my sins.

Monday, March 11, 2019
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