Head Wound

Head Wound

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Twitching will not stop after you hit the bull's-eye.

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Twitching will not stop 
after you hit the bull's-eye. 
Somewhere a nightbird, 
had a hallucination, moon was 
scared to come out. 

The game we play all 
the time. Tracing blue nudes 
on the beds. A gang rape 
went unnoticed by the 
diehards. 

A sphinx was rising in 
east. What you have done 
to stall the riddle of winged monster 
sailing like hawk moth, 
drinking your honey?

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on March 28, 2018
Last Updated on March 28, 2018
Tags: bull's-eye.