One Garden City Poem by Satish Verma
One Garden City
The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand
full moons.
Cresting a culture of violence;
when a trident
bleeds you unethically?
A cave robber
becomes god incarnate. A
finger of land snaps-
and you savagely interrupt
the prayer and send the
message. Run, brother, run –
for the roots. Nights are
numbered and the
blue mountain is burning.
Sexless virginity is at stake!
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4/18/2024 8:10:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Society and our neck breaking race with greediness has spoilt everything your last line I mean concluding ///Sexless virginity is at stake! beautiful 10