In Black Eyes Poem by Satish Verma

In Black Eyes



Birth in birth, life
had been a dream. The fangs
sit in patience.

Trapped soul in
womb, waits for the kiss of
flame, a snaky hit.

The moon thought burns.
The ink bleeds on paper.
A poem turns green.

Thursday, June 6, 2019
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