Treading on burning cinders <br />it was a saga of fear versus unknown. <br />Stripped, before drooping eyes <br />scarred, armless, unflying. <br /> <br />Into the regeneration phase: <br />not a single word, single concern <br />of yourself, you walked to arrive <br />without adding a question. <br /> <br />There was a movement without ripples, <br />death of the black, mottled, many. <br />I, becoming transcendental scion <br />of whole, sincere entity. <br /> <br />Melting to start a romance <br />in the house of petals, <br />of fragrant pheromones <br />deluging the phoenix. <br /> <br />To want the crowd, select a colossus <br />cadaver spreading on mushrooms in field <br />erect a man in white bones, unrivalled <br />jealousy of virgins and gods.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-gods-and-virgins/
