Theme: Life


A candid confession from you, 
when your identity started protruding 
from innocent rage. 

You were accepting defeat 
without a fight. 

The lips tell the grief of human failure, 
your prudence propped up 
by Prozac. 

A beautiful collection of anxieties 
adorned on the shelf of life. 

A cruise in veins 
to dispel the high cholesterol 
dewy-eyed mirror 
and ambulating pain.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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