Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,181 Points (5-6-1935)

Coming Out - Poem by Satish Verma

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Celebrating
the midnight at target shooting
making away of yourself.

The morning smells coming from
your axillae?
I cannot believe my
jaundiced eyes.

The blue night abusing
the white moon –
in a sizzling sky.
Hedonism?

I will keep your name
on the brink, before
I jump into fire.

What was the secret of the
lovers, who left their belongings
before disappearing into dark woods?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013


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