Kiss Me Again Poem by Satish Verma

Kiss Me Again



Sitting on the legs
of swastika, a moon jumps
on the wailing earth.

The fire in eyes of
passion flower was ready
for crucifixion.

The snow on your lips
stays still, for the portrait of a
fall without autumn.

Sunday, January 14, 2018
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