Theme: Life


A name breaks on the tip of a pen.
Like a wildflower after a violet end.
The yellow stripes will enter the past,
retracing the path of failures.
I pick up a broken thread to weave a shade of blue flag
to open under the weight of a guilt.
A cluster of doorknobs.
I retrieve my future to lock the death
in erotica.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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