My Chivalry Poem by Satish Verma
My Chivalry
What happened? I would
ask the realness
of genocidal face.
The blue cock
was numb in the laser thin
commentary.
The face was mirror. You
can apply a salve by implanting a womb
in the barren dream.
Beheading a thought
was not sufficient to kill the theme.
It will come back with revenge.
OCD. I come back again and again to
look at the portrait
of a failed god.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:05:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Too obscure for me. Often, for me, 'text' requires 'context'. I did not know the word 'lavaliery'. I shall look it up, but cavalierly. Good that the poet is prolific, with many 'new poems' being listed on a single day. AM