Theme: Life

Only Metaphors

A hidden self portrait
in a tar pit
I do not want to explore further.

Wind was making a big sound
the tarp blowing off,
I stand naked under the scortching sun.

A classless pain rises fiercely
I am careless about my height
amidst tall peaks.

Hypodermic, my little dachshund
holds the time in small paws
and plays with my stasis.

I loose my taste of salt on lips
charting between the tears
of infant fears.

17-Sep-2010

More By  :  Satish Verma

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