Theme: Life

May I Say

by Satish Verma
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At ethnic moment 
on the moonfront, artless impressionists 
of parallel conflicts with anxious looks 
come to share the self realized truth 
of mangled uncertainties, 

watching your own dead body: 
small chicks huddle together for contemporary 
thoughts of violence-to kill or not to kill- 
humanity walks with bent head 
listening nothing: 

I am desperate, the moon was stone faced 
black holes bleed and throw the crystals 
of red light: drop your pen and hold the death 
on doorway, morning wind was coming 
from the seaside: 

for dissolution of your ego, I would go for a long swim.


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