On My Terms

by Satish Verma   Aug 6, 2022

Trying to forget, I forget myself.
Who am I? I had
an elective love for unknown.

As a gardener I was tending
you in my palms? a precious plum;
so soft that you
start wilting under the gaze.

The sharp edge? you gave,
to my phrases. I cannot use this
weapon against you?
when you want to leave.

I was very afraid of
disintegration. As far as you go
I will not touch you in
any downpour.

Eyes. lips and long?
black tresses. I won't need
anything more.


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