Theme: Life

Arrogant Curves

At the dance of the naked moon
a single leaf quivers
I go into a trance.
A fetus in womb turns.

The first appearance of the magnitude:
a sad cloud leans on the horizon.
Hostility of the summer is melting in blue sky.
It will never end.
The eternal soft music of silk
the death had been hunting...

I will call for a song -
I need a transcendental soul
to sing an elegy for my unborn revolution.
Give me a hand, a presence, a touch.
My fading blanket of stars
at the golden gate was not a voyage
to total emptiness.

When the assault comes
I confront the sad poems stained by blood.
A solitude of corners is better than arrogant curves.



More By  :  Satish Verma

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