Nepotism

satishverma

Like illegitimate sons
becoming nephews.
Stay with me I have lost
my ink.

An underground knife
cuts you to wrist,
you bleed on paper.

It was a tip of trust failure
after a wake up call by a loner;
the molten lava will find another
sexual pursuit.

There was nothing left to be
concealed, after the bonfires of veils.
The celibate tears come unbidden
I am going to encounter the pool.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 26th, 2015 22:58
  • Category: Nature
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