Theme: Life


There was a big question. Why 
one was not raped?
It hits the gate of heaven. 

The moon has not risen. 
I become a victim of an elegy 
before my demise. 

Thus I am back to square one, 
when I had not fallen in love 
and you were still in errancy. 

Pleading for levitation in tender 
zone. It was the blackbird 
which was not ready to swallow a moon. 

Scaling the peaks without climbing. 
I am going to bring down the milk 
of an artist, who would not 
paint a goddess.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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