Theme: Life

The Untitled Erotica

Plurality of the sin 
slides across the sludge 
of cheating - 
on the cohabitation of virtue. 

Encountering myself in mirror, 
under the spell of repetition? 
Discovering yourself - 
can you predict your end?

Inheriting the long night - 
I cannot act for me. The flesh 
seeks the curved breast of 
unspoken grief. I wouldn't become ruthless - 

to smell the gift of parting kiss, 
tossing the landscape aside.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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