Nothing Left To HideA Poem by Satish VermaYour skin was involved─ in recent string of shadows, throwing
Your skin was involved"
in recent string of shadows, throwing the white shrouds on unknown faces. The visibility becomes a threat, plying like a black river via stone links. Your muscles twitch and convulse. An invisible hand writes the judgement. A silent November looms large. I will wait for the snow to fall silently on the sun-dial. Like silent shedding of petals counting the dew drops on grass. A tree of bones walks from death to death. Me standing on crossroads, on the moon’s path trying to learn the mistakes. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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