Theme: Life

Gray Dawn

by Satish Verma
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Sudden onset of an insertion 
going for a kill in bluish green valley. 

Pretend as if you are dead 
and start disintegrating. 

Your poverty of words disconnects 
you from cogitation and you start - 

walking in sleep. Cannot reach 
the breasts jutting out like pine cones - 

dismantling the invasion. You start 
manipulating the seeds. Fruits 

are nowhere in sight. The risk is 
grave crossing the borders of virginity. 

Pure aching and one thousand moons. 
I have not reached the gates of truth.

02-Mar-2013

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