Bones Of Winds Poem by Satish Verma
Bones Of Winds
Inside, the battle wages.
One step down,
I drown myself in the frowns
of a thought. Night sucks at my fear.
The rhyme of the fading moon
intends to fix me up.
I refuse to smell the breath
of the catch.
I bloom on the pain,
sweetened kill of the day. An empty jump
in void of a portrait;
shaking wall.
Watercolors were ruined
by smudging the reasons.
Clutching the bones of winds, falling
from the sky.
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