Under Black Stars Poem by Satish Verma

Under Black Stars



Predators are on prowl.
I was searching my home with
a peacock feather.

Books are empty. I start
thinking. Shut the windows. Will
wait for light to open the door.

The compass will not work.
I will tear the heart. I can do anything.
To find my path or offer the blood to the moon.

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