Self-Portrature Poem by Satish Verma

A freak hailstorm of
proposition, makes you―
deaf and mute. The sex
orientation― will not remain the same.

It was not pink― it was not
blue. A thunder breaks the
roof― of calligraphy. A
beautiful face― goes manic.

About the harvesting― I
would say ― it was all
humbug. You can wear a gem
in your eyes― and still not go stone blind.

The prayer will have a
summer wedding. All the―
lavenders will bring all the
blues and all the mauves.