Hope In Undoing Poem by Satish Verma

Hope In Undoing

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Stay till end of
my poem, for
dying sun.

Howling winds searched
my body, my soul
when I stood alone.

The blue scorpion knows
its religion. That was predation.
Landfall for hungry.

If the blood leaks,
the victim sings for moksha.
Milking starts.

The golden leaves
are peeled off from the moon.
No night was safe.

Monday, October 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 29 October 2018

Well conceived and elegantly brought forth with insight. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Satish.

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