Roses

The reverse gravitation pulls me
into eternity,
holds me to become devoid of tremblings.
The truth of absolutely no rightness
hurts.
I am pathless, secular,
godless.
The blank paper decides, how the fingers
will relocate. The attire
has a secret rendezvous
with golds.

There was a dark area,
the chimney, the indifferent smoke
curling up.
The torch falls short.
At the facility of the disagreement
increases a desert boom, rather of flowers.
Non-violence, a failed to remember word. A team
of shaven heads mourns. Royalty does not
want to leave the royal residence. The physical bodies of
slain innocents –
— are positioned collectively on a substantial pyre!

Satish Verma

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SLAIN FLOWERS

The reverse gravitation pulls me
in to timelessness,
holds me to come to be cost-free from trembles.
The fact of absolutely no morality
hurts.
I am pathless, nonreligious,
godless.
The blank paper decides, how the fingers
will relocate. The attire
has a secret rendezvous
with golds.

There was a dark zone,
the chimney, the detached smoke
buckling up.
The lantern falls short.
At the center of the conflict
increases a desert boom, rather than flowers.
Non-violence, a failed to remember word. A group
of hairless heads mourns. Royalty does not
desire to leave the palace. The bodies of
killed innocents –
— are positioned jointly on a massive pyre!

Satish Verma

——————————————————-

SLAIN ROSES

The opposite gravitation pulls me
into eternity,
holds me to end up being free from trembles.
The fact of no principles
harms.
I am pathless, nonreligious,
godless.
The empty paper determines, just how the fingers
will relocate.

The uniform
has a secret rendezvous
with golds.

There was a dark zone,
the chimney, the indifferent smoke
crinkling upwards.
The torch fails.
At the center of the disagreement
rises a desert boom, as opposed to flowers.
Non-violence, a neglected word. A team
of shaven heads mourns. Aristocracy does not
desire to leave the royal residence. The bodies of
killed innocents –
— are placed jointly on a huge pyre!

Satish Verma

——————————————————-

SLAIN FLOWERS

The opposite gravity pulls me
in to timelessness,
holds me to end up being free of charge from trembles.
The truth of zero morality
injures.
I am pathless, nonreligious,
godless.
The empty paper determines, exactly how the fingers
will certainly move. The attire
has a secret rendezvous
with golds.

There was a dark zone,
the chimney, the detached smoke
curling upwards.
The lantern falls short.
At the center of the dispute
increases a desert boom, rather than flowers.
Non-violence, a forgotten word. A team
of shaven heads mourns. Royalty does not
desire to leave the palace. The bodies of
slain innocents –
— are positioned collectively on a massive pyre!

Satish Verma

——————————————————-

SLAIN ROSES

The reverse gravitation pulls me
in to timelessness,
holds me to become devoid of trembles.
The honest truth of no rightness
harms.
I am pathless, nonreligious,
godless.
The blank paper chooses, how the fingers
will certainly move. The uniform
has a secret rendezvous
with golds.

There was a dark area,
the chimney, the indifferent smoke
curling upward.
The torch falls short.
At the center of the problem
rises a desert boom, rather than flowers.
Non-violence, a neglected word. A group
of shaven heads mourns. Aristocracy does not
wish to leave the palace. The physical bodies of
killed innocents –
— are put collectively on a substantial pyre!

Satish Verma

——————————————————-

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