Once- Over Poem by Satish Verma
Once- Over
Walking in sleep
to find the color of moon,
I watch the space
widening
between your red lips.
I had once
asked you to trim
the eyebrows
like a bow.
So that you can
kill a bird
in flight.
Measuring
eternity was easier.
Not the depth
of your eyes.
A curved strike
was sufficient
to revive a wound
of old mantra.
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
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5/17/2024 8:01:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Unbelievably beautiful expression. Thanks for sharing, Mr Verma. I quote: I had once / asked you to trim / the eyebrows like a bow./ So that you can / kill a bird / in flight.