Theme: Life

A Wall Painting

you keep the truth frozen like the marrow,
in the limbs of life, producing blood cells when sun rises.
Knocking again at a rapist door to leak the secrets of a hidden bed of polity.
Contours of a dimmed tunnel. The times;
Oh, the tongues were tasting the peels of aorta.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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