Theme: Life

Into The Tempest

The dichotomy was complete. 
I walk in your tears 
to move away. 

The night smelt like a 
burnt-out doll, and I was 
quaking inside like a peony lip. 

The sunk baby. You stay 
uncovered in half sleep. 
The drag of the noose around

your neck was evident. I 
want to squeeze the pods. 
Why did not the pollen meet

the stigma? The needles are 
coming out of the eyes. A prose 
is gone. The poem walks in.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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