Reward
The ghost walks with me
boneless debris
of hairy limbs.
The device
manipulates the neck
spreading dark litter.
Clouds hurt astoundingly
on the eyes.
Debit of a sin.
A huge umbrells
open on wounds
of the bleeding tree.
The fruits fall
like golden nuggets
on the stretched hands.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
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