Theme: Life

Turning Gray

You wanted to understand 
the tenor of wet, heavy lids
that had emigrated from 
deep oceanic eyes. 

You believed it will go on 
for ever. Roused in peace. 
I will listen to the voice of river 
lapping at the shores of pain. 

Cocoon was lying still, will 
not open to us. I was ready 
to receive the death at door. 
But it was a stripteaser. 

The lovers will meet in the 
wilderness, ride the lioness 
and black berries will go to 
moon for the payment of wages.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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