Walking Down The Lane Poem by Satish Verma
Walking Down The Lane
Time entombed, a negative
film, showing the
white bones of
a black moon.
I am surprised, how
a jungle of humanity, lives
with predators―
uncomplainingly.
A lost genre will find
new syllables to start a
heliographic script to
make history.
There has to be some
reason, in the lamb days
to become a wolf.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
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4/24/2024 6:46:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful imagery. Nicely presented. Enjoyed. Thanks for posting.