I was a poem
reinventing the estranged
diaspora of words.
No regrets. Eliciting
the sane suffering,
which did not bode ill.
Breaking the silence
I will reclaim the groped
virginity of stones, which
had witnessed unparalleled assault.
I was your earth,
and I was your space.
You zoomed through me
like a comet, piercing my body
my bones,
my sky.
An angel paints
his body with moonlight,
in blue theme.
Satish Verma
reinventing the estranged
diaspora of words.
No regrets. Eliciting
the sane suffering,
which did not bode ill.
Breaking the silence
I will reclaim the groped
virginity of stones, which
had witnessed unparalleled assault.
I was your earth,
and I was your space.
You zoomed through me
like a comet, piercing my body
my bones,
my sky.
An angel paints
his body with moonlight,
in blue theme.
Satish Verma
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