Farewell
They will not allow the assisted suicide.
The beetles; fiery and drunk.
After the betrayal of arithmetic,
the spiral staircase.
Fireflies set foot on the skies
to measure the darkness.
The fire between us, of burning fat,
of thousand years, terrifies me.
Moon bleeds on grass, I prick the
voice of the hugging earth.
The salt of the lips now hurts
it was your parting kiss, O sun!
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
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