Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,843 Points (5-6-1935)

No Room - Poem by Satish Verma

Trapped necklace:
after a kiss of bee
to find the hive.

Honey spills from the
urns. I wet my moons in night.
Wind snatches a sun.

Let's go back to bricks
for the moral blindness of
king without crown.

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  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/3/2013 6:56:00 AM)

    Wind snatches a sun. good. I like it.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 3, 2013



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