Golden Leash Poem by Satish Verma

Golden Leash



It was religion.
The yellow viper will strike.
No weight of sin.

The spirit will not
wear a body if I fail to
die in your hands.

The bridal oath
drops some words to become
winged and fly away.

Saturday, May 25, 2019
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