Theme: Life

Divinity Without

by Satish Verma
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Your fangs open like lips. 
I am ready for the kiss of death 
at a war zone, where I was adrift 
holding the flame, moments 
stabbed by hot bullets. 

Black and white words break the 
embrace, I cannot study the bandana now. 
Eyes winged, were sailing to distant 
lands of smugness, a darkening calm 
taking over the poems. 

The pungent stink hurts, I swim 
without water on dry riverbed, becoming 
target for kalashnikov, the courtyard 
filled by encroaching blood, 
dominion of silent sobs. 

11-Jan-2011

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