Satish Verma
Breaking The Golden Leash
Float seamlessly in dark.
Come in my arms,
like a cloud―
like a moon.
The cult will live
on for eternity to
meet the challenger.
The objector had
the flatfoot. Will walk
overdressed.
In eerie silence―
an agile titan was going
to vilify himself.
Conscientiously I
wanted to feel you once
in my verses.
No virtue, no sin
was needed to come to
the lips of an abyss.
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