Satish Verma

Rookie - 782 Points (5-6-1935)

Ascendancy


Seizing a chance in
a trice, in one dark September
night of apotheoses-

a bird crashed in my
lap. I would not know
the virginity of the strange surrender.

The windows were tall,
with the black laces violating
the sovereignty of light.

I will not know you, will
not call the black magic,
will not transcend the body.

The white lilies were
staring down at water.
Was the dawn nearby?

Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 16, 2013

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