In My Sadness Poem by Satish Verma

In My Sadness



Give back my name.
You brutalize me by your big size.
The language of love needs transcription.

Violence mesmerizes you
to indigo. What kind of a gene turns
you into an animal for blood rhythm.

It is evening from
house to house. Under the fading
sunlight. I will invite Venus.

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