What Ending
In your limpid eyes
a pacifism slumps.
All I could say was, wrong sex
was ending in ice.
Dark energy : we were not expanding
Lies galore : we were casting
off our skins. I will not seek
afterlife. The hand carries the old coat.
Retrodiction. Don’t want to shed
the charm. Waited for the change
which never came. Chicken ,
wearing love, no bones.
Latest navel show. Walking on
ramp. Aphrodiasiac for the dangling
egos. Let us go for a
collective suicide.
Satish Verma
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