The night poem
crucial
was the breast-feed
the train whistles by
the thugs squirm
no waylaiding now
in the dark hour
till the moon rises
the drag queens
are out to collect
the marbles
would you play the chess?
faithfall will spring
a surprise becoming
god himself
do not tell any prayer―
crucial
was the breast-feed
the train whistles by
the thugs squirm
no waylaiding now
in the dark hour
till the moon rises
the drag queens
are out to collect
the marbles
would you play the chess?
faithfall will spring
a surprise becoming
god himself
do not tell any prayer―
Satish Verma
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