O Love

You tend to ostracize the apparition setting the real culprit free. It does not matter to pretend now, a damaged house has become a burden. Who was playing the enmity card ? Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting the deceit of a parrot flower. Your past had become the shackles, not the road map of family. An enormous hate was buried in your trees. O death-trap, the bees will not come to your flowers. Your gifts are lying around me unattended. I will ask no more any pardon. The moon has walked away. My sky was unanswerable. The theater will play another star-crossed brand names. Satish Verma