Intimidation - Poem by Satish Verma
A chilled moon was standing
between the lovers
and night was cruising around
to extract the blood
of a hangman.
You want to go back and talk
to old house for selling the dreams
again. When the body ends,
the hunger lives in another eye. Let
me break the cycle and become
fodder of a thought.
Layer up layer aching in
half-sleep brings the frozen rain
falling from icy peaks. You bring
cherries for moon who wants more.
Give me a window to have
a glimpse of still life.
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