Trespassing Poem by Satish Verma
Trespassing
What was the legitimacy of
an alchemist digging
up the earth for gold?
The yellow lips will tell the whole
mystery of this strange phenomenon
deleting the blue words.
There were walls without windows
and a lake without water.
How you will decipher the -
epitaph of a white
moon on a black mountain.
There was always a smoke-
screen on the earth
and light refuses to penetrate
the mind of trivial gods.
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