Conceiving Poem by Satish Verma

Conceiving



The knife peels off
the silence.
Colours were very shrewd.

*

Tonight I want to sleep
open-eyed, to keep a
vigil on shooting stars.

*

The wood god
had no limbs. Only jewels
were used as prostheses.

Friday, October 10, 2014
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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 10 October 2014

Read the poem but failed to understand it closely. But I liked it.

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