In Terrible Times

by Satish Verma   Jun 20, 2022


Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma?
at mindless extremism.
Evolution of words,
was going retrograde.

Your pretty face?
needs dusting. I was
curious to know about the story
of night shifts.

Sometimes I am hit?
by your feline grace to go for
immolation of male chauvinism.

You erect the barriers,
so that I won't
reach your lips. The moon
went laughing whole night.

A slow poison, like
hemlock, you drink the hurts
to stay alive in a wax house.

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