30 July, 2022

The Candle Breaks

The stone has no
gender. Only meltdown will wash
its body. Who was insidious of you?

Between the patriarch and
catnip, lynx eyes win and the lens
become volatile to explode Himalayas.

What you love has
the sparks. It is awful to sign
black berries on your heart.

Satish Verma

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