Blind Encounter Poem by Satish Verma
Blind Encounter
Round dahlias.
Your eyes have started speaking.
Let there be a dialogue-
between two lovers-
under the glare of sun-
once again, initiating a tropical storm.
Oscillation.
A tendril moves in swings
to catch a mate.
The body finally surrenders
to a flame. A yellow cinder
starts a white fire.
A cindrella finally walks
out of ashes to find a pen
leafing the pain in colors.
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4/23/2024 5:06:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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