Present Life

satishverma

It is. 
What you don't think, 
and don't want to share. Nothing. 
Kamikaze― divine wind 
destroying your crotch. 

Saffron― dried stigmas. 
The hiss of a dead shake, 
kitchen's flavor for celibates. 

Many roads to reach 
the mannequins. God is 
one. Hydra's tentacles catch 
the believers. 

Unwholesome. 
I won't taste the violence 
of celestial bamboos.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2019 19:59
  • Category: Nature
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