Theme: Life

Curvature

The visible was most invisible.
Watching the moon through veil.
A bomb explodes in your hands.
The poem wavers - and then falls on dew.
This was not bone-green;
original,
not a fake cloud –
to kiss the feet of a burning god.
It was natural conjugation
between enemies.
 

22-Sep-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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