CourtesiesA Poem by Satish VermaMounting surveillance on myself after snapping
Mounting surveillance
on myself after snapping hyphenated bond. I will set you free from the white paper, carrying- your beautiful face. The slanting eyes will haunt me in dark, I will turn around and cry. When did rift emerge- while playing the moons? The lake was ready to drown me. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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