Endoskeleton - Poem by Satish Verma
For a good road map you need
whistling words and biting
flies of porn videos.
You go overboard when you
see a virgin falling from
podium of a hundred smiles.
Sitting in skin only who wants
a tattoo of a butterfly, when
the book goes for a sale?
Gettysburg water for the joints.
Do you need some of it when
the economy has pored off the poems?
A courtesan becomes the bride
of the city. The grooms were many
but no body wants to sit on a mare.
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