Sonic Dark Poem by Satish Verma

Sonic Dark



Moon like a white panther,
waits in the dark when I was condemned
to live more in the crowd of predators.

Brutal smell of crocus
makes me insane. The fireflies are
unleashed to pick the sparks of love.

You re-imagine a dream.
who was spoiling the sun to burn
the forest where fawns live without violence?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success