Theme: Grief

Mourning

Throw a nude at him and
he will make it a weapon-
to rape a moon.
Becomes a study to flaunt
the dipping sun.

Not mature enough to
follow the hanging valley.
Going nowhere. The black
sky was immaculately
blameless.

This is the destiny of charred
words. Untouchable now like
a violence from a dewdrop. I
will not wipe out the dust
from the bleary eyes of the young spring.

No complaints. I have hundreds
of failures to know
that I have not reached.  

30-Dec-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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