Three Faces
(1)
It was a mix of demons.
Honour killing
to save the damaged inside.
You were found in lotus position,
hands tied,
buried in a hole.
(2)
The twin plants:
god and goddess of procreativity
were shedding trumpet-shaped
pink flowers.
Honey suckle would allow
the honey to be sucked
till the breasts remove the macula.
(3)
Moment of lifetime
moves itself against the time
putting the stamens
of crocus
on the forehead of the sinner.
poem by Satish Verma
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