Theme: Life

Words are Mine

Blood was in season, on your hands.
A staged encounter mauling the clouds.
Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun
and sun wants his share.
Beneath the honours lies the guilt
of a ravaged moon.
I will not walk again on the bristles of power.
Uncanny love lies in state.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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