The Definition

by Satish Verma   Apr 1, 2020


Do not
give me a dream.

I will return my name.

There was no arrival
for me. Like wintergreen.

No ending,
no point, no tip.

A continuum
of space, time
and pain.

A stream on blackstone
flowing after the hail,
pellets of frozen tears.

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  • 4 years ago

    by mistake

    Interesting, it seems very hopeless. It seems to me that if the hail is melting into a river that there is also a small hope in there?

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