Theme: Life

Dark Moonlight

Watching from pin hole 
lamps of baked clay. 
Every thorn was in my flesh. 

I was losing my voice 
in crowd of maniacs. 
Dragonflies climbing on worn leather. 

Through cracked sunroof – 
skull splinters into million heirlooms. 
Fever climbs the feudals. 

Why were you impatient with me? 
I was narrating a shocking tale. 
Frogs had acquired the land. 

Plot was thickening every day. 
Take me if you can, in the heavy shower 
of meteorites in dark moonlight.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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