Return On D-Day
Why deceptive retrieve
in a wheelchair
for the fallen ?
Was it not a sheer
wrong message
of a space anxiety ?
The aboriginal name
was dead in a traffic. What
a choice to breathe its
last in a city of buried
monuments ? Vision of inner
city affiliates,
taking questions for
the first time. You
become only a body after the death.
A white rose waits
for a blue sea. The black moon
hovers around the old man.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2010
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