You were an illusion .
O immortal. My myth explodes. The
agony rises. Make me sleep. I want you.
I want to squash the
moon's face between myjk palms. Will
you take me? You start crying.
Who was not hungry?
The words are disappearing. Only
the ghost voices cause the torture.
Satish Verma Poems
By satishvermapoems
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonde... More