Doom’s Day
The rapture
was on prowl
to get the believers.
You knew
what you should not have known
about the baby blue.
Aphasia,
experiences an impulsive
violence, beyond the dead.
Bionic hands
to capture the moment of
swapping uremia with swastika.
A lake
ravishes the moon.
No body will sleep tonight.
Who was behind
the divination?
Allies were born enemies.
poem by Satish Verma
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