Drowning
You
waded through
the dark wounds and found
the snake, which never was;
in the green book.
The
wager was
high. A pre-emptive strike
and you were punished to burn
on the stake for whole life.
It will
hiss, but not
bite. Was it a filial rivalry ?
Ask the moon and the sun.
They will never stand together.
The
avalanche.
A downhill slide of mud and
water.you start hiding behind
the wall. The wall of a crystal.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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