Theme: Life


It was a broken lamp, 
the orphean tragedy. 
You were found sexless 
in a naked bowl. 

Making love on hay 
the moon crashed on moonstones. 
Memory of shells tossed on bed 
of roses was still alive. 

The divine leaf falls, opens the 
scars of plums. Immoral, 
a white tiger pounces on a 
rimless scream. 

Covered with crocus you break 
the brown hills. Through touch 
I meet you in dark. My green hands 
hold you in folded palms like a firefly.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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