Hanging Garden Poem by Satish Verma
Hanging Garden
Decanting the soul
to achieve the silence
of the moon.
Can you find the peace
after the screams? Celibacy
after the violence in bed?
The pleasure's guilt
and pubes failure have made
the Mars glow brighter.
Do not do anything.
Become a fake and
unveil the statue of a stonehenge.
Spring is back with vengeance.
The sky was still very bitter.
All the colors had gone to water.
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