Theme: Life


Last night a dream
died in infancy, when you 
were drawing a circle 
of pain in rainbows. 

The hurt of blind alleys, 
and the rebounding image 
of burnt-out candles in night. 
The full moon will only enhance

the burns. I do not want to talk 
about the divine will of making 
a baby, out of willing or unwilling 
surrender. Lines are blurred. 

You want to ask the moon? 
Are you convinced, it was not 
a rape? A butterfly is snuffed out 
in your palm, you do not know.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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