Poetry

1. 

A body
lives in my pocket
fathered a hundred moons.

2.

You touch me
with wet nose
I know you have come.

3.

The golden grapes
on your tongue
were very sweet.

4.

Illusion
becomes a squatter
I will peel off the tangerines.

5.

It was
A gold mine, at night
hissing on snake.


Satish Verma