Inverted Poetry Poem by Satish Verma
Inverted Poetry
In my repose, I
go for an illusion.The new legacy
has a queer say. No kissing.
A hostile love breaks
the earth to enter the hole of gifts
in the fading pain of success.
Living for only bread, but
no salt. The sweetness betrays one day.
A dead person gets up after sleeping on a pyre.
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