Theme: Life

Blemishes

by Satish Verma
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Without assent 
I open your book 
to find your crazy god on mat. 

Love was a blind bird 
in a state of agony. 
Learning to fly. 

Moon would not reply 
through aslant door. 
Something was between us. 

Here, now a sordid tale 
breaks the taboo. They 
were investing on skin. 

It was a cheap wine 
in a golden chalice, 
for a lipless mouth.

16-Mar-2013

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