Take Me Calmly

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Satish Verma

Brutal poem. But you
want to touch it. It severes off your thumb.
You climb the rainbow to see a nude.

Will it go beyond the
kisses of a cobra? Walk slowly in peace.
The panthers wait for the fall.

This is April Fugitive
trees have started unloading. The
forest goes in flames. I am counting rocks.