Eternality

by Satish Verma   Jul 20, 2018


All day it rained.
There was no destination.
The futurist will incite
the blue light in the itinerary.

You can convert the eye
into moon. The sky follows
the assassin under-
the cover.

O Brother, I wanted to
scream. Lines were not clear
but the blood was same,
in syntax and on knife.

The potential, the genius,
the capital. They were clubbed
to win the game. The earth
will go searching the fakir.

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  • 5 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Judging comment:

    Your words have clubbed in a mixture of mystery and curiousity in its every line. Having read this piece multiple times, I am still left wondering if this piece talks of a personal dilemma or contains some hidden deeper meaning in it that needs to be found by the reader.

  • 5 years ago

    by Mark

    Congrats on the win

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