Silver Moon Poem by Satish Verma
Silver Moon
Rating: ★5.0
What an artifice. The
invisible becomes visible. I am not
what you are. That was Arte Povera?
When violence erupts
you won't stand like praying mantis,
waiting for a self portrait in an innocent pause?
As like Cleopatra, you
suspend in air like a hummingbird
asking, what would be the next terror without blood?
Sunday, October 17, 2021
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4/27/2024 5:24:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Goes beyond any shadow of doubt, 'When violence erupts you won't stand like praying mantis'....5 stars.