Freaking GodsA Poem by Satish VermaFreaking Gods
Will go to any length,
reeking of moonlight to reconnect with you. Impersonal, the red buttons, don't hide the enmity. Life demands its pound of flesh. Crunching the bone with mysterious pink pain, to receive the knowledge. Between Adam and Eve, there was a poison on the arrows tip. Hand care, making honey without the queen. You cannot make a fist without a thumb. The spirits bequeath their fireeating sculptors. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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