Theme: Life

Celibate

Standing on a cliff
holding the hand
of a tall tree
the wind said
I am going to die in few minutes.

Moon was laughing.
In elements of air and fire
a deity was in burns.
Who had the déjà vu?
Sky was wearing white.
A divine mushroom was going to fail.
A purple wart
is growing along the innocent neck.

The colossal death
of hungry strangers
is going to go in waste.
“Being” was truth,
but conditioned to lies.
King was wearing an amethyst
watching a marathon.

A single sperm
will win to enter a paradise,
for the sake of a celibate.
 

28-Apr-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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