2 july 2012
VANITIES
Was that a robot
claiming friendship
with the relics of past?
Or a quirk of a raw nerve
conversing with history:
and we will wait for centuries
to build a new scream
under the pale moon
in wingless night.
Whispering sex to flowers,
bees scrambled on the skin
of wooly leaves.
Satish Verma
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It Is Getting DarkSatish Verma
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NarcyzJaga
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Drobiazgi.Eva T.
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Margo5absynt
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Good ByeSatish Verma