Locked Door
Famelocked,
sometimes he was talking to flowers,
asking their names.
In the house
that never sleeps,
infidelity brings the charm.
Intense gravity
excoriates the crotch.
A supernova is born.
Worlds apart,
I am there,
where you were not.
A burnt-out wall and broken window
were left to tell the tale,
but door was still there shut.
poem by Satish Verma
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