Preternaturally Poem by Satish Verma
Preternaturally
Trying to understand the
impossible, I will
reach for you or your
hidden libido.
Gynaecomastia.
Life span cut short by
despondency. A woman
speaks for sex change.
Poverty of thoughts, and―
death of a theme. It
was the one-way street in a
ghost town.
Something to serve in
the way of courtesy, when
you start imploding
to celebrate the arrival of ash.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/19/2024 10:13:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
