Theme: Life


The secular love: 
you are contaminated 
between skin and prayer. 

Back from the odyssey 
finding a crop-circle 
in bridal chamber. 

Rival was an alien 
with a flat stomach 
thinking black. 

The thieving sperms 
had a glorious end, 
unentered in grass. 

Your body was churning out 
a religion. 
I will find out my own god.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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