Theme: Life

Spotlessly

by Satish Verma
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It was the day of 
a dead patriarch. 
I was fondling an echidna. 

The home was 
carried away in the
storm. Must find a broom. 

On the remains
of a burned-out soul,
A hope sits on the altar. 

A piano drenched in rain
will not sing in the gale. 
The sky will collapse.

One day, I will bring 
back the bluebird, 
for a revenge.

25-Mar-2014

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