Mode Of DyingA Poem by Satish VermaBrutal. Another lover too. Four-letter words kill.
Brutal. Another lover
too. Four-letter words kill. A self deception begins. You shut up in yourself. From meaningless trivia you want to extract peace. The leather was becoming feminist. You can eat your partner if conflict increases. Will you like to read Camus again? Especially- The Myth of Sisyphus? The humming birds are disappearing. No trumpet shaped flowers. Half-naked in beachdress― a truth was swept away. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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