You Are The Key Poem by Satish Verma

You Are The Key



The misery was in you,
as an element of energy to display
the dimorphism of erotica.

When I asked you to
stand, you stood, as a transcendent
for a rare empirical love.

Where was the big
field to kill the dancing mannequins?
It was a celestial game for the assassin.

Thursday, March 30, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: assassin
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