A Star Plunges Poem by Satish Verma
A Star Plunges
A pristine smoke was pointing
the where of pawns
abetting the glacial runaway.
Emblemic,
he was the last man on the stairs
ready to jump in the lake –
when night arrives.
Now this was the tipping point
to stand erect
where the tongue was wasting away,
The death staged a drama
of a feel up of young buds
in a virgin garden.
The key breaks the lock
and darkness prevails.
Satish Verma
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5/9/2024 3:14:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Much drama in the words.