Orgy

by Satish Verma

After an erotic asphyxiation
on the dirty lips of a game,
I hear an immaculate rhyme
like a whore in a prayer.

A hazy patch descends on eyes.
Night slumbers and day ends with a bang.

The guests arrive with a gusto
dreaming the end of a track.
Grief stands on a banished spot.

My flesh, my soul mourns
in the background.
Fear of an organized orgy
ultimately breaks the heart.

11-May-2012

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