Delicate Maturity Poem by Satish Verma

Delicate Maturity



It was scary to
listen to the sounds of
your glossy tresses.

To taste flavours
of your lips in return
for bleeds of poems.

The panther. He goes
a kill a day. Will change
legitimately?

Thursday, February 14, 2019
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