Theme: Life

Summer's Fault

It was like homecoming of 
timber rattle snake. 
A bit jarring. 

Signs were acquitted, 
when the summer becomes 
sensuous at dusk. 

I start collecting the colors 
from sky. The night was 
moving behind the moon

like a concubine, in black 
skirt. Amidst the gray clouds 
a green man was laughing. 

The death's translation 
was simple. Nobody will 
attend the funeral of the sun.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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