The Shriek
Arising before the dawn,
to meet the earth,
your honeymoon was over with innocent.
You start becoming extinct,
with stained excuses. Naked as a belief.
There was no contradiction.
An imitation will take over,
for the surreal tomb.
A gift of rain will fill the bowl
left for Buddha, who was still sleeping
with eyes half-open.
A sage grouse begins the mating dance.
Can you speak for the scars ? They
promised to remain mute.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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