Theme: Life


A preacher was shedding dirty tears
for burning hills.
Pinned up on tongue was a slogan.
Death for all sunflowers.
Draped in blood
who was trespassing the sickle moon?
I cannot raise the mist
where you stand naked in sunlight.
Somebody has killed the pathological god.
I am starting a new kitchen.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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