Theme: Life

Smiling Buddha

by Satish Verma
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A rapt moon was listening 
To a tale of two murders. 
Across the caste, fingernails 
were digging in to give - 

a putsch to darkness, unhappened 
in vain. 
A word tears into the untouched 
pain and I bleed for the golden birds. 

Can you transcend an apparition 
alighting on impermanence? 
Time was brewing 
a revolution of untold jokes. 

Death moves in a circle 
to negotiate peace with unknown. 
Skies were indifferent bidding 
farewell to cracks of dawn.

06-Feb-2013

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