The Realism Poem by Satish Verma
The Realism
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It is humility, when
you can carry in your hand a scorpion?
A race against love?
I cannot revert the
punishment. Why blue spots on
the body remind me of the hurts?
Do not give me a sacred
sloka. I repeat my victory on your
lips. Two friends become one.
Friday, October 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: lips,punishment
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8/29/2026 2:39:48 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I am victorious on your lips..... wonderful