14 January, 2022

DIGITAL DEATH

The dysfunctional love grabs
the ocean to drown the Himalayas one time.
I say you cannot succeed.

Who tells your fortune
after sunset? Nobody pardons the fire,
that cares the burnt- out tongue.

The fangs of black cobra
are ready to strike the full white moon,
which fails to give you honey.

Satish Verma

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