Her Looks

Satish Verma

Jinxed out 
was the sex panel 
on the honour’s integrity. 
Deep water a fish 
was found dead. 

The destination 
of your rival was 
feminism. I was talking 
of the moon 
without gender. 

Your fingers were probing 
the dancing words, 
in this strange event. 
Darkness was falling 
on my lips in morning.

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