Satish Verma

Gold Star - 34,930 Points (5-6-1935)

Spellbound - Poem by Satish Verma

Death sits in wait
in the empty valley
of your sleeper cell.

The confession of a guilt
liberates the funeral
of a martyr.

Give me your breasts
for a modular test.
Don’t let the milk go waste.

Your pearly teeth
were biting negativity of the red
chilli of dark sex

before the sunrise
in a kingdom of debris
of long names.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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