Compressed Emotions Poem by Satish Verma

Compressed Emotions

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I had met the flower
after a longtime.
The rose.

And its fragrance
hauls me to childhood
after the big dying.

A tender, scented dream
will touch me,
to become a poet.

Lying on dewed grass
you think, a promiscuous
microbial libido begins.

The explosion will eject
free verses, waiting in silence―
to witness― the April fall.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016
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Ratnakar Mandlik 09 August 2016

Excellent genesis. Thanks for sharing.

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