Theme: Life

When The Flesh Ripens

Mission aborted. 
Imprisoned, 
I do not touch anything 
I do not mention your name. 
The chance was to quit the microcosm 
of your powered bones. 
Wanting the street to run 
to end the standing against screams. 

It jumps like a toad, 
the truth. I catch it. 
Wets my hand. The failure of the gossip 
to turn me on. I was not willing 
to become a scapegoat. In dialogues 
must we play the words 
without sleep? The moon stalks, 
me on my way to nowhere.

16-Apr-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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