Theme: Life


Without assent 
I open your book 
to find your crazy god on mat. 

Love was a blind bird 
in a state of agony. 
Learning to fly. 

Moon would not reply 
through aslant door. 
Something was between us. 

Here, now a sordid tale 
breaks the taboo. They 
were investing on skin. 

It was a cheap wine 
in a golden chalice, 
for a lipless mouth.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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