Theme: Life


Some apologies for the anatomy.
has shifted to moon.
No fragrance, no color, no dewfall.
Night has been spooked.

Disconnected - I will meet the
transparent truth about the lies
of a prose. Sick earth will receive
the dismembered verse in locked embrace
of bloody limbs.

Raw diamonds
will teach to play with sex
in the house of terror. When
you forget the space between
the clouds and thighs.

Between good and bad
I bleed.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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