Theme: Lifelong

The Target

In a love triangle, 
I move out of the center 
to find a boat. 

Locked in a sperm 
a messenger becomes a brute. 
Who will draw the circle 

on the mercy petition? 
This was a curse on the bed 
which will not go to sleep for a whore. 

The stings. Everytime you 
open the mouth, you spurt 
out the barbs, I walk into fire. 

The kill. It was a perfect 
landing. Wounds will never 
heal. The beach remains dry.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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