Poetry

ripening on the tree
loosing erection
the redeemer comes back to orphanage

for the biggest fraud of times
we are playing with each other
hide and seek

cutting edge I plant
chrysanthemums in my esplanade
at least they give company

you know gold plus
flowers make a very potent elixir
cold-blooded sure to melt a steel

through knobs you enter
the laughing eyes would you
mind to take off the extra wrinkles



Satish Verma