Theme: Life


I am giving you up 
for a delusion - 
of being watched all the time. 
The retrieval of a poem 
must start now. 

A mannequin was defiled at dawn. 
The puppets on a string 
were dancing whole night - 
for a born loser. 
A lemon without an escort 
has become a tree. 

A living corpse, after 
the acid attack. Give me some 
water to wet the lips. I am 
going to confess all the 
sins of a weak man. 

Let there be a face-off 
between a river and a bridge.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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