Theme: Life


Crossing the hate walls, 
turning up the severed moon in stunning 
landscape, you scatter the rose petals on ice. 
One day I will find your frozen footsteps 
of self-denial. 

Now he has made the lines of stem cells free 
for nymphs. Double helix will make the new Barbie dolls. 
The cruel thing builds the dredged gravel difficult 
to swallow on a price. I don’t have bricks to 
make a house of love. 

His picture now hangs in the street. The 
white smile no longer sails to wrestle with sun. 
Stark naked, my luck now grips the black rock 
of golden sleep. I will come back with 
new moonrise.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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