Theme: Life

Strange Echoes

a kiss 
on lips, returns with a blunt style, 
in perfumed demeanor! 

I did not hear 
with absolute eyes, a captive 
in chained feet, for self-defence; 

all the shades of red 
were walking on ocean, 
a black skull glides: 

the night fills in pores- 
the gale, kills the black bucks, 
poachers were on run! 

in telling, the wizard 
entices, you will never know 
full toll of civil war: 

he turns down a gift of speech; 
words and whistles were surreal echoes 
and I see a sword like nose


More By  :  Satish Verma

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