Spellbinding Poem by Satish Verma

Spellbinding



Holding your smile
on the other side of moon
in dark.

The infantile pain
brings the bleeding lips
on fire.

I will not ask
the cuckoo to sing
tonight for the fallen god.

The body art
ignites the roses,
wearing the thorns of charity.

Sunday, August 6, 2017
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