Theme: Life

Touch Me Not

by Satish Verma
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Butterfly interrupted. 
Fear grips the flowers 
eaten by the winds. 

I seek the guilt for 
not walking on the dunes 
to build a sky. 

The cracked roof 
lets in the rain. I 
drench my driftwood. 

One day a god will sit 
on my altar to speak 
to ailing mother - 

earth hauling away 
the burden of waste 
of human verbiage.

16-Jun-2013

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