Satish Verma

for self deception 
sulfur fumes incite 
mood swings 
soaring to clean the malice, 

reaper of gravity zero 
what was the price, 
of a tongue, mimicking 
the greatness? 

between birth and death, 
for survival of crotch, 
undressing the fear, terror 
inflicts the pumice, 

for honour killing 
a roadside encounter, 
with meddling of thighs, 
lets down the clouds, 

words in print were unccceptable 
for a verdict on a silky mat 
my fate splits open like a pod 
in summer, for a love untold

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