Theme: Life

Cracking the Code

Blue poppies were poised 
to meet the regret of thighs, 
mother of sins. 

No flesh now covers the eyes. 
A candle burns a green 
thumb. A silver bowl breaks, 

spilling the milk of nudes. Liars will tell 
the story of honour killing. 
We were tired of listening 

to ravens taking a flight. 
No one had seen the corpse. 
Only black bones will tell the truth. 

Have you seen the holocaust? 
It was inside my pen! My write!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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