A Cricket Invades the Night
in a rumpled,
black city
homes are sliced in half
the equality demands
the rights of people
sometimes you love a
tormentor
he will be able to wed, albeit
shyly, with the physical
cleaning the love’s deficit
how far the waiting will go
skirting the mist
it was there
in you
in me
a rapist
a serial killer
Satish Verma
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