Sparklers Poem by Satish Verma
Sparklers
Life, sex and pain were
of mundane existence.
From where to where, we
have arrived.
*
From a bridge to bridge
you cross the river
without touching the water.
*
When a nameless projectile
downs your flight
you fall like rags
from the sky.
*
A spider runs
on tiptoes
you wilt like mimosa.
*
The ink spills
an the sheet
hiding the code.
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