Theme: Life

Chasing the Shadow

Drowned in unclogged arteries:
I am going to release a swarm
of bees. It was your dark hour.
A father sits outside your body to collect the stings.

A restive finger
on a blue gun invites the ghosts
to witness a burial of a fractured faith.
Thieves were waiting in wings.
A silent intimacy becomes invisible.

Sit back and comb the house
before it catches fire.
The earth spins in your eyes when you
pay the debt of a river;
when we were kneading the mountain.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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