(5-6-1935 / )

Dark Ruins

Those pomegranates.
What a weird thought, you want to
see it alive, dead being.

Like salt in extra―
cellular fluid floating in
veins of nemesis.

The relationship
between life and death demands
the absence of a kiss.

by Satish Verma

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