Negation Of What

by Satish Verma   Jun 13, 2019


Living,
in the wounds,
like a gas dragged into
the black hole.

Bedeviling the light.
There are no winners in this war.
Corona will not sit
on any head.

There was ambivalence
in the robust thrust.
The hard x-rays will
burn the thoughts.

Do not go on chasing the
grazed genre. The style
will bring back the questions
which had no answers.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Another enjoyable read. I liked in particular the second and last stanzas my favourite being the last. "Do not go on chasing the grazed genre. The style will bring back the questions which had no answers. Inspired... Milly x

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