Theme: Life


Casuarina! I miss you a lot. 
Why don’t you reclaim this drab century 
by your drooping branches, 
off from the poetry of water? 

The words are dried up. 
No rustling sounds, the winged 
creatures broke the mirrors, 
a black moon. 

I am walking without legs 
in the sea of encounters. 
The headless groom was searching his bride 
amidst fallen greens.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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