Theme: Life


Your underpants? 
Can you put them behind 
beneath the weight of memories? 

They are in flight 
after the birth pangs. 

Trapped - 
the light flutters 
at watermark for a name. 

Yet to be born, 
a stone-blind moon 
wants the partisan blue. 

One will not forget a headless 
body of an ariel. 
The tempest was at the door.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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