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
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: January 23rd, 2012 02:07
- Category: Unclassified
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