Disbelievingly

Fraternising 
the needles
on abbreviated lips.
Handful of sand
hauling uphill.

Code of particles 
feels the entire lie.
You wear mauve
when I cry.

Like diatoms 
in eyes.
Erase the sun
from my hairs.
I am turning black.

The brine
had encroached all around.
The brown grass, the soaked laughter,
but I will come again in disbelief.




Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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