Theme: Life


Under anesthesia 
the elixir drips from the language 
of poor and you come out 
from the blue sea 
holding a red lotus 
between the teeth. The 
sweet words take me to the 
fire and smoke where there
was a mangled corpse of a meaning. 
The power of people now shows 
the people of power. 

You cannot read the signs 
and arrows. The acid burns will 
give the dying statement. Those 
who doused the flames should 
be punished.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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