Eclipsing Poem by Satish Verma

Eclipsing

Rating: 5.0


Like a hot cinder
on the black paper, makes
a hole in heart.

Your zodiac sign
will burn under the moon.
The other side cries.

The fair queen has
a scar on forehead. Third
eye was waning.

Friday, February 15, 2019
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Ratnakar Mandlik 15 February 2019

" The fair queen has a scar on forehead. Third eye was waning." Fantastic flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing.

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