Short MelodyA Poem by Satish VermaIt had touched, the wind of sky.
It had touched, the wind
of sky. The viola goes― pansexual. Purple, blue and white dog violet, one of the petal was landing gear for politics. A fugitive poet grumbles, eating the dark words. After suicide, the viscera was found blank, except the half-eaten plums. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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