Future TenseA Poem by Satish VermaThe reflection was never complete.
The reflection was never
complete. I was trying, was trying to understand me, in absence of you. Looking into the persona making a saint― out of sexual surrogacy. The human gene― transcripted, on the borrowed womb? Will you now speak for the fear? I will never know you in dimlight― of suspicions. Are you a complete man now? © 2016 Satish Verma |
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