Getting Acclimated Poem by Satish Verma
Getting Acclimated
Fear is on rise.
How long would you live with that?
Terrible questions bring
arousal bouts.
The days are demanding
answers from the red noses.
Like patato peels
you were wrinkling.
The burning moths.
How do they smell? Young
beautiful faces wearing explosive skirts.
Evening fever. You must
be rooted not, to listen to―
the call of desecrating the comic book.
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