21 march 2020

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Short Melody

It had touched, the wind
of sky.
 
The viola goes―
pansexual.
 
Purple, blue and white
dog violet,
one of the petal was
landing gear for politics.
 
A fugitive poet
grumbles, eating the dark words.
 
After suicide, the viscera
was found blank, except
the half-eaten plums.

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