Not Inclusive Poem by Satish Verma

Not Inclusive

Rating: 5.0


Pink lips whisper.
It was time to part with. No more
the roses will come to salute you..

Nowhere to sit in
the garden of thumbs. Your fingers
always made the question marks.

Oh my carnivore, I
melt my agony and love in moonlight.
I was not ready for kisses.

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