Satish Verma


The Otherside


Calibrating, 
the orgy in sky. 
Will you wish away, the 
perpetual collisions? 
 
The astronomer 
does not want to visit 
the temple, where 
the celestial bodies were making love; 
on the walls. 
 
Sunflowers shedding 
the petals. Want to change 
the orientation. Moon-bitten 
now amorous in dark.
 



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