Satish Verma

Trying to understand the 
impossible, I will 
reach for you or your 
hidden libido. 

Life span cut short by 
despondency. A woman 
speaks for sex change. 

Poverty of thoughts, and― 
death of a theme. It 
was the one-way street in a 
ghost town. 

Something to serve in 
the way of courtesy, when 
you start imploding 
to celebrate the arrival of ash.