Arrival

Between she and he
               and sexuality swoops a gender
                      patenting a word, as it is,
at the birth’s door pretending to
be a kiss of radical thought.
               Mediocrity always has an intentionality
                       with colored plumage, a passionate
dance before the final plunge of
a true love. Black or white, somebody
               is etching a dangerous scar on the skin
                        of a maimed girl. Myalgia of a 
nation like a lipless epic on the
while book which cannot be completed.
               I wanted to believe in never tomorrow.
SATISH VERMA

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