![]() Taking The OddsA Poem by Satish Verma![]() An amniotic fluid initiates the moon to the thunderstorm―![]()
An amniotic fluid initiates
the moon to the thunderstorm― as you climb the tide. Like a stag― opening the summer, browsing on the daisies. It takes sometime to sink. This was― the peacock hour. A finch will land― on my shoulder and look into my eyes, ritualizing it. The glow was real in your hair, borrowed from the sun. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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