Theme: Life

Coming Out

the midnight at target shooting 
making away of yourself. 

The morning smells coming from 
your axillae? 
I cannot believe my 
jaundiced eyes. 

The blue night abusing 
the white moon -
in a sizzling sky. 

I will keep your name 
on the brink, before 
I jump into fire. 

What was the secret of the 
lovers, who left their belongings 
before disappearing into the dark woods?


More By  :  Satish Verma

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