Theme: Life


Maligned, the 
space between us 
let's go to the mammary 

a flame scoops up the void, 
we speak no names, 
I carry you in my skinned arms 
to the weeds 
for seminal mutability; 

shipwrecked, I fear of depth,
turbulence, I will honor the drop 
on the cheeks of sea, green shores 

in the night, I will walk out of the snare 
the gulls will come in a flock


More By  :  Satish Verma

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