Himani Singh Poems

Lend me a pen. Would you?
Due is a feat since long.
I do not write,
Paper yet blots.
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Your assiduous tongue
Is finally stung
Venom diffuses and splutters
On your succulent lip
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Slithered from Pergamum
To this morbid sordid town
With rancour in their veins
And blood on their hands
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Dew dewed on stretches green
Watched and sat I on the brink
Of sipping brew
Eyes high on a familiar pain
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Kiss the profane
Then lick it nice, real nice
Smooth, dripping, soaking wet
Honey, the ripples ah! the ripples
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