Suicide Note - Poem by Satish Verma
One day you will arrive.
Night will enter in your pores,
in your bones,
like a baby trapped in a borewell,
On each table, salt moaned
for a classical taste.
A pink moon was smothered
in a virgin bed.
Death walked in a sensual style.
A black discharge continued
from the areolae.
Botox failed to uplift
the sagging breasts.
A thallium capsule broke on tongue.
There was no suicide note.
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