Short Reified Poems

A frame
lifts the skirt of a portrait
and throws her genitalia
on your face.
A twin blast has taken place.

Why did you stand for
eclecticism ?
The fables will miss you
and blue horse
will not return home.

The naked feet
will roam on grass, when
shoes will ask ;
what is the miracle ?
It happens once a while.

Reified the colors into pink
thighs – for every word,
cubics
stood undressed.
Now the table waits for you.


Satish Verma...

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