Theme: Life

Enough

A leached amputee 
living with stumps of flawless 
dying. 

Round and round, blindfolded 
moving in circle, drawn by rhyming 
bells. 

Perhaps you need to suffer 
with the drunken race of 
snipers. 

I am in the silent valley of 
barefoot secrets where moon waits to 
die. 

The poppies will buy the bullets, 
a gift to unending kiss of 
grief. 

Tell every vulture on the tree, 
there is endless arrival of 
feasts.

15-Mar-2011

More By  :  Satish Verma

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