Undreaming

by Satish Verma   Jan 1, 2020


The euphemism goes-
beyond the soft
feather, becoming weightless.

You must put it in
the hysteria, after the
laughing gas was released.

The triumph and defeat
of the rising breasts-
ultimately gave in against,
the coronation.

The brooms were in plenty
to sweep the rubble
after the sky fell-

between the old
and young.

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