Theme: Life


The day was killed 
diving in the books. 
A lamb was dyed to 
please the race. 

You gambled for water 
huddled in eyes. 
I wanted to scatter the pearls 
on cheeks. 

Drenched in gasoline you 
tried to send the message. 
A flame was ready to 
light the dark. 

Margarine had the lustre 
but was not a gold. 
A red hot iron will 
tell you the same.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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