Not Quite a Prayer
You had placed floating
garden on the crest
of five-headed white cobra.
The hooded death,
strikes; when you were
tending to bonsai.
Over to moon,
you send the message. But
The book was incomplete.
On the way to
tiny thoughts,an odyssean
task to put the right words.
I will go and
stand on the edge, to
watch the glorious senset.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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