Theme: Life

A Saint Between Us

He was no longer angry 
writing his own epitaph. 
Fighting a singular brute 
without repeating himself. 

Midnight. Untouchable moon 
drops the ear-ring. 
A mottled face worships 
a ladder expressionlessly. 

A monk walks past an 
oversexed monkey. 
A hidden agenda in end, 
shows a dirty hand.

You know, I do not want 
to tame an exploding - 
navel. Transfixed I throw 
the bottle in a sea. 

One more parakeet dies 
in my hands. How do I catch 
a flying saucer in the 
alien body?

04-Mar-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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Comments on this Poem

Comment I like it. Interesting & poetic no doubt though I do not understand it fully.

Sharbaaniranjan Kundu
05-Mar-2013 21:22 PM


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