Self-Portrature

Folder: 
Satish Verma

A freak hailstorm of 
proposition, makes you― 
deaf and mute. The sex 
orientation― will not remain the same. 

It was not pink― it was not 
blue. A thunder breaks the 
roof― of calligraphy. A 
beautiful face― goes manic. 

About the harvesting― I 
would say ― it was all 
humbug. You can wear a gem 
in your eyes― and still not go stone blind. 

The prayer will have a 
summer wedding. All the― 
lavenders will bring all the 
blues and all the mauves.