Living In Wax Palace Poem by Satish Verma
Living In Wax Palace
Absolutely pure,
I would not believe, until
a dark spot
appears on your cheek.
The petals now split
into rays, as in marigold
dividing the sun―
between the eyes.
I look through the stains
now, wearing the blanket
of moon, mottled but silvery cool.
I do not mind to accommodate
the pain of dark sky.
The true words now
stumble out. Give me some
tears to wash the face
of my poem.
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