Theme: Life


Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor 
brought the climate change for a flag which flew 
at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the 
open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started 
selling its salt to land sharks. 

These days I am becoming introvert. The needles 
have become blind, cannot stitch the god given 
sores, the private tears of a soldier wounded 
at home by the hands of a friend. Missed abortion 
of a truth. 

I thought of lies inside her lips, my solid 
mate who set my skin blue after I drank her 
proffered drink of hemlock. I stripped to the 
bones for a glow of death which comes when 
you give away your life for a pink sun. 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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