On The Annıversary Of Gustav Klimt

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Shame! 
I had started the fight. 

I asked you to stay away 
to interpret my integrity 
of slaying the desire. 

The sand will send the horse 
back to home 
without the rider. 

A genuine poem will find 
the coarse beach where the 
body had left the bloody patch. 

Should we ask the waves 
not to cross our path 
carrying a carcass of a dead fish? 

Your profile was making 
an arch for a perfect kiss 
for the sake of a mirror.