Theme: Life


A gasping confession 
of a pubescent fault. 

Why did you enter the bed 
of a molten lava? 

Wisdom was in silent eyes 
not on the lips of a blackened rose. 

The water was white and cool 
the sun was red and hot. 

A mirror will never tell the truth. 
Bleached was the face of moon. 

One night I will be killed 
in the hands of a benevolent foe.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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