Wearing a skin 
where flesh had melted 
in blankness. 

The moon was sitting 
on window 
parting the curtains 

The sunset 
accepts the death 
as final verdict 

Small scholars 
will find out the pain 
of molesting. 

Estrogen untamed 
on street 
rises in arches.

Satish Verma


  • Hribhu Dey

    loved the visuals..GREAT!

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