Theme: Life

On The Gallows

Lead me into the green darkness,
under the nude flames.
It was hurting; the golden sun.
Out of full moon,
where wolves would come out chasing the flesh,
the long limbs of silence,
in asci of fluids,
stopped in tracks.
No seed will grow now in wilderness.
My extended shade becomes anarchic
if fleetingly...
A miracle falling like a hurricane.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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