No Semblance

For the sake of fidelity―
a kiss, which was not.
On the lips of a flame
you burn for whole life.

You know, what you did
not supposed to.
You will forget the
unforgettable, the first
cobra grace.

The blue stigma, was
still alive in green scars.

The shadows walked
on ice, when you stood under
the full moon for an other encounter.

by Satish Verma

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