Heritage

satishverma

A vigil for scrolls:
who writes the history now?

Actors are barbaric now –
playing the malicious music of
rebirth.
There is no threat now from intimate-
bombers.

Be drunk on my breast –
in lunar landscape, wearing no shoes.
Buddha has lost his libido.
Can you fix the bed of black
roses?

A sick mind now writes-
a transgender prose.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2015 22:36
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 21


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