Smoking Guns Poem by Satish Verma
Smoking Guns
You wear a cult.
I come nude of veneration.
O god how you want
to be adored in dark?
Petrified I am
fighting the flames of hate
and jealousy. A merciless
sun won't cool down.
Come on my love,
it is time to talk. Honeybee
hive is swaying in storm.
Want to bite?
Amnesia. Age was
taking its toll. I don't remember
my face. The nameless god
will not join.
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5/6/2024 9:25:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Petrified I am fighting the flames of hate and jealousy. A merciless sun won't cool down.../// wonderful poetic writings