Anxieties

Anxieties

A Poem by Satish Verma
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What could you do when the donor fatigue

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What could you do 
when the donor fatigue 
is on display? And stops the succor? 
You are no more hungry. 

A Buddha sleeps nonchalantly. 

Small, blue grapes leave 
their mark on the plate. 
It will take decades to unknow 
the sexual orientation. 

Breathing in the incense, 
the cannabis rules. 
You were inhaling the history. 

A unisex quality 
in the seedless pomes.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on May 4, 2018
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