Theme: Life

Yours Only

A city prepares to die.
What is the real time now
for blemishing the skin of a man?

In your violet eyes
I will find a moon
for an encounter.

An alien wall comes up
between us. We cannot shed
the veils of clouds.

I hate brother, hate the
ambassadors of death
in the voluptuousness of greed.

Remember,
O my shadow,
dying is a great art.

21-Nov-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Loved it..specially these words:

In your violet eyes
I will find a moon
for an encounter.

An alien wall comes up
between us. We cannot shed
the veils of clouds.

Vaishali
23-Nov-2012 03:35 AM


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