Imperiously

A downy mildew.
I will undress
the leaves.

Leaving the truth 
at your door,
trespassing the moon.

When a house 
was felled, why were 
you collecting the blueberries ?

Now, a brown poem 
will write your name 
on the guillotine.

An ocean apart 
a voice booms 
a shame for an empire.


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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