Knives

By: Satish Verma

Death will not wait.
Locked in bruises,
I want eternity.

Stinking pubes,
micro to zerogravity.
Kernel rises like a star.

Touch was not real
How far you will go ?
Earth was collapsing.

My father was right,
Don't climb to the peak,
snow was melting.

Love has no barriers
Winter steals in like a thief
one by one the knives are drawn.

SATISH VERMA

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