New Dictionary - Poem by Satish Verma
An offence committed by you
asks for the absolutes.
I am paying the price.
Are you going to drink the white-
potion from the black cup? The tiger
had taken away the child. Now we will-
kill our god between the planets. The
goddess reveals herself as a nude.
The chemistry stalks. It leaves
behind the surprise and wet eyes.
You enter the blue city of kissing
names. There are no square spaces -
across the legs. Taps are dry and
ash collectors are moving around
to find the murderous sky.
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