For A Pinch Of Light Poem by Satish Verma

For A Pinch Of Light



The black thread
tied on your wrist was
meant to end the siege.

The fire-eaters were
back. I will watch
the birth of violence.

When the night
comes. I will move from
door to door for a flame.

Fireflies will assemble
to mourn the death
of the baby moon.

Monday, January 16, 2017
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