Turning over your
signature page, holding
your poem in nude.
What else was needed
to commit a sin of god
when you go insane.
The snare was made of
gold, glittering like panther.
You hide under moon!
Satish Verma
signature page, holding
your poem in nude.
What else was needed
to commit a sin of god
when you go insane.
The snare was made of
gold, glittering like panther.
You hide under moon!
Satish Verma
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