*impact

Turns me on
I will write a poem.

Delirious moon had
picked me up from under the skin.

The safety pin was broken,
now a crowd will disrobe me.

Everytime when my pain makes you cry
oranges are not meant for the sale.

A collegium will stich up the wound.
Once upon a caste the country will go.






• On reading Orange Crush of Simone Muench.

by Satish Verma

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Comments (6)

Beautiful and intriguing work. I have not heard from you in so long. I hope you're doing well. Sending lots of good wishes.
A collegium will stitch up the wound. Once upon a caste the country will go. beautiful poem...
Turns me on I will write a poem It a wonder what that is? Thanks for sharing, Satish Verma!
A nice lovely write, no doubt unity is strength.
A nice lovely write, no doubt unity is strength.
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