Heritage
A vigil for scrolls:
who writes the history now?
Actors are barbaric now –
playing the malicious music of
rebirth.
There is no threat now from intimate-
bombers.
Be drunk on my breast –
in lunar landscape, wearing no shoes.
Buddha has lost his libido.
Can you fix the bed of black
roses?
A sick mind now writes-
a transgender prose.
poem by Satish Verma
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