The Fabulous Dream

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Satish Verma

O delta time you don't
walk with me. Will you define
yourself in a jungle of words?

I am sad. This world
is too much. I can not read
the unreadable. Poems will kill.

The believers die under
a canopy. After the war, the religions
fail to save humanity.

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The accumulated phrases add

The accumulated phrases add up to a vision of almost unbearable sadness, but it is so elegantly stated in your usual format of nine brief lines.  


Starward