# Whiff Of A Poem Poem by Sarvesh Kulkarni

the spirit of my evening poem
is this drought,
in the ocean's womb.

like a moment's lie,
on the face of eternity.

My flaunted spontaneity,
of the sky's stolen poetry...
A freedom,
handcuffed in the senses.

the anomaly of perfection.
and the throb that begins,
just as the life ends.

With the shy reluctance
of the first flower-petal,
that smears its virginity
in the roots of my verse...

And a poem, that begins
after the last fulstop.