ripening on the tree 
loosing erection 
the redeemer comes back to orphanage 
for the biggest fraud of times 
we are playing with each other 
hide and seek 
cutting edge I plant 
chrysanthemums in my esplanade 
at least they give company 
you know gold plus 
flowers make a very potent elixir 
cold-blooded sure to melt a steel 
through knobs you enter 
the laughing eyes would you 
mind to take off the extra wrinkles 
Satish Verma
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