Theme: Life

Not Sinned

by Satish Verma
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Were very hot, trembling thighs 
like in frying pan, you sizzled 
looking around for ladders. 

Then you crashed on the charged 
net like a mosquito, exploding 
in white flame tip, tip-top. 

Pungent smoke rises of 
smoldering flesh. I was afraid 
of drums, the fierce sounds. 

Your song has been left behind. 
Stolen piece. Love has become a 
terror asking for ransom. 
Living fossil. Taking it all, you didn't 
deserve the garbage. The string 
of wasted years.


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Comment Respected Editor Ji,Please convey my thoughts about Mr.Verma's poems which I have expressed under his poem "Chastity".I think,he hasn't read them yet due to his business.Thanks a lot.

Nathmal Sharma
15-May-2013 08:29 AM

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