Theme: Life


Seizing a chance in 
a trice, in one dark September 
night of apotheoses - 

a bird crashed in my 
lap. I would not know 
the virginity of the strange surrender. 

The windows were tall, 
with the black laces violating 
the sovereignty of light. 

I will not know you, will 
not call the black magic, 
will not transcend the body. 

The white lilies were 
staring down at water. 
Was the dawn nearby?


More By  :  Satish Verma

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