Theme: Life

Drift Ice

Absurdity was waylaid
like a black swan on the grass
shaking a leg.
A child walks through me
antithetical to scorched life of parallel egos.
Austerity was neither present nor absent.
Volcanic ash was spewing on recti.
It was drifting,
the snowbound killer,
spilling the blood in sea.
Home was still far away. 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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