Straight Talk
Was it a mirage of innocence
in the age of push ups of a
violent surrealism ?
I was wary of the repeat
acid horrors. They come back
again and again.
I want to get an abili by
sitting between the sunset
and moonrise. The wounds-
refuse to heal up and I
will not lament the disfigurement
of a verse by scars.
I want to say I like you yet
I will not be able to tell-
for want of a book
which remained incomplete within
its mask and pronounced words
as soft as feathers.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2013
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