* This Moment
Hymen intact, it was a long night
in the grave. A naked skeleton
trying to cover, after a broken skull –
by telltale hands. Failed weapons ?
To bring out the unborn child of a
rhyme? The shadow lengthens on the bird’s nest.
A moon subtracted from a sky, meets
the sobbing silence of a valley. The
virgins will be sold again.
Mind blowing pearl on a wedding day
becomes a dance of tsunami, engulfing a smashed
boat of a body.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2010
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