16th December 2013A Poem by Satish VermaLeaning against the shadow of self, starting the
Leaning against the shadow
of self, starting the monologue. With the fall I don't want to think of the other. The beasts. I give a call, to someone over there, who will listen. A systematic peel, opens the doorless cage and sets free the malignancy― to spread. Now multiple argan failure, stares at you, celebrating the anniversary of the rape. We are made up of charcoal, writing on the walls with dark fingers― name of the victim. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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