Solidarity
Still talking to a ghost
in oblique manner
about sexuality.
A centuary plant has not
bloomed;
wants to die.
The loincloth covers
the ocean floor
where it shipwrecked.
A fake will do.
God was on dialysis.
Chemistry of kiss did not work.
Between bullets and bread
grievers will descend
for a lost saviour.
poem by Satish Verma
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