23 january 2023

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Strange Encounters

Will go sepia, if
you are black. No shipwreck was
visible after.

Let colosseum
break in, under the glass ceiling.
Come September.

The end dance begins.
There was no cracks in the
moon, lips waiting.

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