Fake Arrival Poem by Satish Verma

Fake Arrival



Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky.

A tiger moth lands on the―
sweet viola to seek liberation.

You die to find a rival―
to cheat the moon.

Everynight a silver bleeds
to write your name on the stone.

What you dream, does not
become your neighbour.

You give a big hearty
laugh to frighten yourself.

Thursday, October 30, 2014
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