This Is Sophisticated Poem by Satish Verma

This Is Sophisticated

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What is your desire
when moon burns? Was it a myth
to entice you to become a mars alien?

Where was yester- pain
while picking the roses without
thorns? I want you to bite me again.

Is it psychological
when a ghost writes your name
on a blank paper to win tears?

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