Theme: Life

Sheela-Na-Gig

by Satish Verma
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Waiting for a birthing pool 
to throw up a dream chaser 
nestled in chains. 

The grip was easing out 
on sun, stung by moon. 
Asteroids start hitting again. 

The runaway tiger had 
turned cannibal, to practise 
a new escapology. 

A spiral of smoke 
rises after the hunt. 
You throw the glances back. 

Someone will put a knife 
in the tulips. Take home 
the colours of death. 

The celebration starts today. 
Children of a bubble have 
come out on the road.

29-May-2013

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