Theme: Life


Everybody was half-naked on the trail 
of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought. 
A single vacant look. 
“Why me? ” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking 
at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nectar from 
knobs of naked flames. 

No coming back from days of unknowing 
the secrets of unspoken words. A cry stifles 
in the throat of a prayer. 

A moon was found on a dump! 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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