Kaleidoscopic
In shadow of the moon, why
an illict bone, indentured
to the spirit of Buddha ?
The footsteps were retraced
to find out the angst
of disappearing grass.
The blue eyes must remain
unclosed to print the
image of a pink cloud.
This desperate retraction.
I will not be able?
to write a single poem.
The unholy exit was
damaging the steel of a
proud man, still standing erect.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2017
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