Cuts And Bruises Poem by Satish Verma

Cuts And Bruises



Caught on the wrong foot,
you want to defend god. Myth
of destiny fails.

A breathless moon was
in hurry to meet an angel.
Earth was turning black.

There was the red
moon buried in blue lake.
Only god knows why.

Sunday, December 3, 2017
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