Theme: Life

Sawdust Trail

Leave me alone 
amidst the daisies. 
I have come to talk 
to a quivering dandelion. 

I must see. I must 
count the teeth of the tiger 
who had stopped killing 
the bucks, but

there was death in the grass. 

Cannot believe in 
shadows moving behind the 
moon. The space was 
shrinking, and tongues were 
very sharp, but - 

there was death in the grass.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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