1 july 2017
New Genre
That elusive answer
which ricocheted to land
in a bush, throws you in tizzy.
Are you sure, you want
to hurl more questions?
This was a qualified Higg’s
boson, which bowed out
from the race of God’s creation
to become invisible.
A gecko climbs on the wall
shutting the soul. The huge crowd
was pushing the chariot, addressing
the shadows behind the glass. The
featureless becomes untouchable.
A moon beam glides on the carpet.
Priest will go to sleep.
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