Theme: Life

Monilia

Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom
was seeping in me...
I was riding on waves, moon-stuck.
The nude shot of anemone,
blindfolded after the criminal assault.
Why they were throwing the lewd comments?
A raw cave of white pain,
drags the deity out and dances on hawthorns.
The butchers become sick,
sick to the bones.
O, Democracy,
king was not wise,
wise was not king.
 

06-Oct-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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