Theme: Life

Against The Times

Lipped-wet,
Counterfeits.
Fakes neither audible
nor visible.

The moment dies
in our hands.
It was a non-
happening.

Silence booms
destroying the palace,
of dreams. I should have
become the scissors.

This poem is not charitable
gnawing at the underlip
of an orphaned
moon.

17-Nov-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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