satishverma

From Suicidal Angle

You become a crimson 
dusk in a sea of greens. 
The cost of the murder 
had increased. 

With lock and key you 
can enter a new era of 
misunderstandings 
and misquotes. 

The fertility cult skips 
the gravel, catches hold 
of thighs and climbs 
the fame. 

Healer was in great 
despair. Grape seeds were 
ready to sell the garden 
of honeysuckles. 

Oh novice, don\'t go alone 
in the war-zone of suicide― 
bombers. They were looking for 
the witch in breaches.