A Noble Life - Poem by Satish Verma
Taking the drugs in heavenly
night. It is very precarious state
to live innocently.
The petals fall on your brows.
You are not ready to meet the stigma.
Pistil was wary of the human touch.
Neoplastic. I wanted a botanical
end. Like evening primrose, a
yellow death facing the sun.
The opal effect. You were changing
colors. A precious sin to become
a saint. Who is going to be a scapegoat?
The bankruptcy. Uncertainty will
overwhelm the haze. Stay indoors.
You will not be able to make a speech.
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