Dark Ruins Poem by Satish Verma

Dark Ruins



Those pomegranates.
What a weird thought, you want to
see it alive, dead being.


Like salt in extra―
cellular fluid floating in
veins of nemesis.

The relationship
between life and death demands
the absence of a kiss.

Monday, January 22, 2018
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