Theme: Life


In love with vermilion
floating on optics

you learn in moments of insult
or insults in moment of learning

fishless bones
still he smells of withering pain
on black satin

you don’t want to suffer
with asterisks
disfigures the essence

I will boil the moon
to find the separateness
between scent and grief

I am done
the poem is over
death has walked away


More By  :  Satish Verma

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