18 June, 2021

Myth Of Golden Love

Soot was thickening.
The fugitive wants to come back.
This was not my day. A psychoactive.

This was not your day.
The earth needs a pause to think about
life studies. But Buddha sleeps.

A Sylvia Plath takes
turn. You want to bloom anger against
the opioid sleep in sun.

Satish Verma

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