Theme: Life


A tumbler climbs a rain
in all crimelessness.
Perhaps you will never know
my invaginating self. The thirst has
become a river.

A pile of books and I cannot read.
The shadow lengthens on the wall.
An eagle melts in the air.
They are shifting him for amputation.
Truth cannot walk.

I become my father tonight
and watch the house burning.
I am told there was lots of bleeding before.
There will be no need to rescuscitate.
The dead man says, why not?  


More By  :  Satish Verma

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