Ghostly

An alien feeling
of weird dreams
whirling in eddies
of thoughts.

Vertigo.
I snapped at moon,
bursting on to pow wow
at phallic rocks.

The God was kind enough
blessed the knife
which fell in lake
without noise.

poem by Satish VermaReport problemRelated quotes
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