Theme: Life

Last Words

Like an asterisk 
I adjure you to fly like an 
eagle, on the wings of light. 
The poems are ready to become 
jealous; 

an attempted murder 
went awry, subscribing to water. 
I swallow the hemlock without 
any effort. Intoxicated, I move in a jungle 
of knives - 

where the tenderness is at stake. 
You tremble with closed eyes. The 
mutation had failed. Among the 
shoulders the night sits and calls 
it a day.

17-Apr-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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