Theme: Life

Pain Killer

A city dies in me 
A white sheet spreads/ 

You don’t feel the epidural. 
Untitled, death walks/ 
like a whore/ 
contamination of inbreeding. 

Recycled pain 
hurts again. You want 
to give a stillbirth 
over the dense-packed nettle. 

First birthday of a dream.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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