Theme: Life

New Alphabet

Can your words find the color 
and smell of a manslaughter 
in an unholy stampede? 

Head bowed, the handcuffed activism 
walks on the street. Now pops 
up the moon from forficate clouds. 

A decoy was sitting on a tree 
with a stunning gaze 
to watch the lewd behavior

of a mirror engaged with a 
self-portrait. Alphabetically 
the breast milk spills

before you arrive without 
mouth. A celebration 
starts today for an unborn.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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