Fugitive Swan Poem by Satish Verma

Fugitive Swan

Rating: 5.0


a moonache levitates
on blue lake
you shot me at close range

predictable encounter
the whole truth had plunged
between two eyes

self flagellation
of the waves on beach
i was walking on marigolds

your body becomes a flute
when i was writing an epilogue
on the life of a gold leaf

it was raining on the rose
like gnawing illicit drops
on the upper lip of a virgin

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Allemagne Roßmann 15 September 2011

fabulous indeed and spectacular write

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Catrina Heart 20 September 2009

profound theme...well worded verses.....fabulous metaphors......great work..10++++++

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