26 March, 2021

Infatuation

A Gothic touch has come
in my verse. I am afraid of myself.
Marrow was ready to give the blood.

Oh levitate, your ligaments
are strong. I put my words in your
mouth. The calamity will stay at the door.

Necrosis of old arches
follows the juvenile genius. The
eyes open the dark sky. Eagles dive.

Satish Verma

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