Satish Verma


The Vinegar Test


Loading the twin calyculi 
at the dawn. Cotton grass 
will get an― 
extortionate price. 
 
Silence was dead. 
And as were the protests 
of levitating poppies. 
 
Chasing a colored storm 
becomes a craze, these days. 
Bystanders will witness 
the fall of blue night. 
 
You want to unfollow 
the begonias now, cultivating 
the unkissed music on the 
lips of swaying reeds.



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