Theme: Life

A Call To Murder

The rain enters back 
into your eyes. 
A private door quivers. 

A moonless beam 
flashes before you. 
You start seeing in dark. 

Silt settles in headless bodies 
of poems. 
The shadow of a tree

opens the seeds of the
unknown. The world is shattered 
by an unending scream. 

The struggle with the decision 
was there, you squeeze 
me like a prayer.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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