by Satish Verma   Nov 21, 2020

from the walls what
was not sacred.


A bipolar body-
slaps the weird
space, between your eyes.


On the morning
of new year
a hungry panther waits.


Before he exploded-
himself, he wrote
his name on boots.


The petunias
were always laughing
after the rains.


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