Three Faces - Poem by Satish Verma
It was a mix of demons.
to save the damaged inside.
You were found in lotus position,
buried in a hole.
The twin plants:
god and goddess of procreativity
were shedding trumpet-shaped
Honey suckle would allow
the honey to be sucked
till the breasts remove the macula.
Moment of lifetime
moves itself against the time
putting the stamens
on the forehead of the sinner.
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