Theme: Life


A downy mildew. 
I will undress 
the leaves. 

Leaving the truth 
at your door, 
trespassing the moon. 

When a house 
was felled, why were 
you collecting the blueberries? 

Now, a brown poem 
will write your name 
on the guillotine. 

An ocean apart 
a voice booms 
a shame for an empire.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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