Theme: Life

Collecting Milkweed

I will not understand 
the gift of hurting 
in unsolicited encounters. 

Will chase you around 
the world, 
without arriving. 

O fear, my bread; 
cannot feel you, unbirthing. 
Life gives me many stitches. 

A parallel face mocks 
in the sky, unless the moon 
cries for the kiss. 

Wooden wheels move on 
the laid body. Your venomous 
tooth I break.

02-Mar-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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