Ethological SignsA Poem by Satish VermaEthological Signs
A street sense awakens
the purple rage. Ah. Bougainvilleas, the winter has set in. There was no encounter. No bloodshed. Only bloodstones were displayed for sale. A domestic brawl between the religious signs. Each sun-flower should have a separate name. The pomelos will not come this season. There was war between the brothers. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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