YOUR SPACE
Poetry
The Epicenter Trembles
You are like Quebracho!
I lie on the road. My earth was
cracking. The mushrooms started dancing.
I will wait for the
moonrise to negotiate with stampedes
outside the grand mausoleum.
Where will you keep
the cadavers known and unknown?
The cargo of words has to be unloaded.
Where will you keep
the cadavers known and unknown?
The cargo of words has to be unloaded.
Thoughts beautifully expressed, Satish jee.
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Nov 04, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Nov 04, 2021