Theme: Life

Black Sun

by Satish Verma
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Witch-hazel jumps the 
gun. Questions arise. 
Why the cuckoo will not sing today? 

I am drumming the wall 
raised between us, 
opening a small window towards the sea. 

Strange things happen. 
Full moon was bleeding 
Astringent. I call for the mountain's music. 

This fractured statecraft. 
You become a stone after a blast; 
moving towards the periphery. 

Half-naked a statuette 
was walking in the night to find a 
mortuary where Apollo was laid to rest.

08-Jun-2013

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