Blackness Of Moon Poem by Satish Verma

Blackness Of Moon



You walk out from
the bruises, like a late
bloomer, for a clandestine
affair with indigo pain.

I break the barrier,
and teach myself, how not
to make an incendiary bomb.
A cohort will untie the barbed wires.

Now you can tread carefully
on fire ants, undaunted.
While stitches will take care
of the woundless blood.

A hoax sends you scurrying,
to find the golden apple,
which never emerges in light.
In despair you commit a crime.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success