Coming Full Circle Poem by Satish Verma

Coming Full Circle



This was the surrealistic
nightmare.

Omitting the guilt
I will paint a nude.

It was not kind of
pink. Cosy with words―
you will polish the legend,
misspell the murder.

Transfixed I enter
the still life. You come
out with bound hands
to say goodbye.

Sometimes I feel, it is
not over. The sap of black
pine becomes red.
Needles prick me, not to move.

You fold the holy book
and put it in bag.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017
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Rajnish Manga 13 June 2017

There is something very mystical that overwhelms the reader's sensibilities. Thanks. I quote: Transfixed I enter / the still life. You come out with bound hands / to say goodbye

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