Arrival
it was
call of the moon at night
to stop the flesh trade of fireflies,
when million stars
were gazing in amazement
after the blast
of sky, i was rocked
in sleep: picking the seeds
of lightening from the lips
of new born thoughts; there
was no sand in the hourglass
of body;
off was the castle of bones
erected on the black widows;
the sea licking the fog
SATISH VERMA
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