Theme: Life


Nothing was beholden.
Colony counts were perfect.
You were never guaranteed an exit.

I am stalked by lips
of a black tulip holding
a moonbeam.

The world moves
wearing a shell of emptiness
in a cosmos, inviolable.

beyond the bluffing.
More beliefs and many withdrawals.

You will not kill me?
Halfway to soothing words
of ecstasy.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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