Theme: Life

Knives Were Out

Do not stare at full moon. 
The distance between love and hate 
has narrowed. 

Not for the shrunk radiation, 
sun wants to hide behind the gift 
of sunflowers. 

The golden ring on the black finger, 
I love the death’s cry, 
fire will wear the jewel. 

Collapsed roofs of the palace, 
it is the cushioned agony 
of the emptied king. 

Everything was melting, 
the child, the mother and the grain. 
From where the water will come?


More By  :  Satish Verma

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