Black Box
While talking of verbs,
you become a noun, rigid name.
Exploding like a bromine mix.
A stinking salt.
A fish like whiff. Spirulina.
Entangles you in
filamentous grip. The
lady becomes a giant fish.
The fun of throwing a
curse. You want to change the
nomenclature. Of the sea.
It is now an extinct brine.
You are sinking amids?
shells. Hollow inside. No
thoughts. No movement.
A green vision only, blinking at night.
Satish Verma
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