Theme: Life

Dust Grafted

Fractious smokescreen 
between celestial reflection 
and contempt 

floats on a shaken rug. 
You cannot stand still 
incognito. 

The indictment stinks 
for the impoverished vicitims 
who make history through to the bones. 

Grappling after theft, 
interstitial existence falls like glass pieces 
nowhere, black and bleeding. 

A robust chorus rises against resistance 
of strips. The ocean rides on snails. 
Hills threaten to go partisan ways. 

The division had started the perennial conflict. 
A pebble is thrown in the pond. 
A racist moon becomes a living doll.

30-Apr-2011

More By  :  Satish Verma

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