CrucifixionA Poem by Satish VermaCrucifixion
You had big
violence in your bones. I suffered. Dream merchants were ready to violate. Benevolence descended to know the depth of anger in the eyes of the primate. Why skin had gone thick? The trapped scream of the buds waits in lul before the storm. Roses were going to explode on the altar. Bride comes slowly. She had a date with the thinking god. There would be no consumption. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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