Theme: Life

Time Was Bleeding

Let the commerce begin 
in moral crimes. 
You had been selling the death, daily. 

The lichens, 
had invaded the tongues. 
Speech was blurred and words were gray. 

Someone comes knocking 
at the door in night. When I 
opened, it was moon. 

The potter will not fail you 
once, writes a blood poem 
for the drifters. 

In the beginning there 
was turbulence in the sea. 
Now the boat sails on fins.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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