Theme: Life

Curved In

Uncovering your breasts 
and waist, 
you become half-eaten. 

Disaffection 
fathers a child. 

The intimacy was 
false. There was anger
and theatrics. 


The paternity suit falls 
flat. The boundaries between 
underthings are torn. 

Painting the self-portrait 
I had made a cut on my face 
for you to bleed. 

With a flick of hand 
you wipe out the whole future.

17-Jun-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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