Sting's Betrayal

Sting's Betrayal

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Not settled anytime between a beast, an angel and the man:

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Not settled anytime 
between a beast, an angel and the man: 
who was indebted to whom. 

A cyclic ritual it was, to pay the debt 
to the eternal dancer, who 
was, harbinger to catastrophe. 

Not wanted to be judged. 
Fatherless, a shadow moves― 
in the womb of justice. 

Why do the moon was in distress? 
A catmint will improve― 
your vision. 

No artificial insemination was― 
needed. The pungent smell 
would put you off. 

A taste of triangle, lying 
next to the moon 
in bed of water.

© 2016 Satish Verma


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Added on April 24, 2016
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Tags: Life