Satish Verma


Homeward


Suddenly, the full moon 
pops up soundlessly. I was stunned 
by sheer nakedness. 
 

 
Will you catch a 
butterfly for my reluctant wine? 
I had invited the black roses. 
 

 
A city does not 
sleep any more, after the call 
of service, fumbling with the locks.



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