Future Tense Poem by Satish Verma
Future Tense
The reflection was never
complete.
I was trying, was trying
to understand me,
in absence of you.
Looking into the persona
making a saint―
out of sexual surrogacy.
The human gene―
transcripted, on the borrowed womb?
Will you now speak for the fear?
I will never know you
in dimlight―
of suspicions.
Are you a complete man now?
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