Theme: Life

The Kiss

Words were unable to explain the darkness of unholy marriage,
of terror with chrysanthemum.
And bullet did not know the target it flew on command
to kill the smell of a man.

My song now hangs like a dirty laundry on the wall of peace.
Death of green eyes, must come in few days.
The lamps will mourn for the light.

I wonder sometimes, when time comes
How I will kiss death
And how death will embrace me.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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