Her Looks

satishverma

Jinxed out
was the sex panel
on the honour’s integrity.
Deep water a fish
was found dead.

The destination
of your rival was
feminism. I was talking
of the moon
without gender.

Your fingers were probing
the dancing words,
in this strange event.
Darkness was falling
on my lips in morning.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2015 23:00
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