May I Say
At ethnic moment
on the moonfront, artless impressionists
of parallel conflicts with anxious looks
come to share the self realized truth
of mangled uncertainties,
watching your own dead body :
small chicks huddle together for contemporary
thoughts of violence-to kill or not to kill-
humanity walks with bent head
listening nothing:
I am desperate, the moon was stone faced
black holes bleed and throw the crystals
of red light: drop your pen and hold the death
on doorway, morning wind was coming
from the seaside:
for dissolution of your ego, I would go for a long swim.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2011
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