You have put up the price on your shirt.
I have started seeing the return
of the death instinct. The curtain falls
on profile of joy, of giving away.
A solid swelling of clotted ego
of antimatter shows frugality
in spending of laughter. It was
a total consumption of beautiful lips.
That was that, of hollowness of globes
and golden peacocks. A seed of mildew
implants a kiss on the nakedness of greed.
How far the want will go in dark
for the scent of transgression?
Today I am going to meet a blind angel.
Satish Verma
very nice poem, I wish we can all learn from this. see my new poems too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful description you have there, and it's very interesting. I like it a lot. ^_^ Please read some of my poems.