Theme: Life

Never to Sleep

Those migratory storks
will not come 
this year. 
The lake was burning. 

The secret kill 
of the wringer 
was metastasizing. 
Make the tether - 

small for the macabre 
end. I am not yet 
frozen. The stalker 

will not leave the 
flame. Outside a tribute 
was ready for 
an uprooted tree. 

My shadow moves ahead 
to catch a caged bird, 
in the parrot green sky.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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