Body Game
Alone to witness the crash I
invited the moon to walk with me
on the harsh terrain
of the agony of a poem,
I wanted to give it as a collateral
for a shadow,
who has moved away from me.
The moondrink I will need again
for no turning to flesh
in naked rain of words
which climb and fall on the wet mountain of
my belief: it was crumbling
before my own eyes. The forgetful
age trudges like a tired cow coming
back home in evening.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009
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