Deterrence

Folder: 
Satish Verma

This September. It is 
going to be very quiet. 

I am trying to caress 
the mimosa, which 
always said, 
touch-me-not. 

The spontaneous probe 
will start the construct in love 
of philosophy to mimic 
the animal plus 
the femineity. 

A clock was moving 
without hands. Time was up 
but legs were amputated. 
How will you walk 
towards your truth?