Less Asylum

Satish Verma

This fake city 

a thundering 
moment; I go down 

coveting a mating 
call from an explosion 

of hallowed 
questions, with no answers. 

Stones were after all 
stones, not gems of knowledge. 

How can you make a 
universal elixir figuratively 

out of garbage of 
human tongues?

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