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Each Thorn Was Crying
by Satish Verma
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Sometimes I will interplay
the secrets:
faded rose in a book,
a distant star spelling out
your name.

When I go, will you come
to my home?
Hold my eyes wide open
and become my iris?
I wanted to see the innocence of a sin.

Black stone on a white belly
petrifies the womb.
Maniacs were dancing on the petals
of marigolds.
A mauve revenge

Petit mal holds the sanity
of defeat.
Pheromones will decide the gender
of a flat chested angel.
Each thorn was crying.
 

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November 22, 2011
More By: Satish Verma
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Comments on this Poem

Comment I still cant sustain Istill cant remain
wrapt in malady of love why my deeds went in vain,
maculated is spirituality told me d overhelming rain,
ambit of lament has manifested eminence in me.
thinking bout you me aware cant see you again,
I still cant sustain Istill cant remain..

ARPIT srivastava
11/23/2011 14:56 PM




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