*IMPACT

Turns me on 
I will write a poem. 

Delirious moon had 
picked me up from under the skin. 

The safety pin was broken, 
now a crowd will disrobe me. 

Everytime when my pain makes you cry 
oranges are not meant for the sale. 

A collegium will stich up the wound. 
Once upon a caste the country will go. 



• On reading Orange Crush of Simone Muench.

Satish Verma