A Suspended RockA Poem by Satish VermaYour freckles should not go like innocence. Sun
Your freckles should not
go like innocence. Sun was overlapping the galaxies. I become whole for a while, when you cry for the blueberry moon in vain. Why the night dips into your blue eyes? No irony. I will wait for you on the burning deck. The schism was widening. An animal living inside me wants to raise his head. The loser gets the inky jet to cover his body. How about getting a glimpse of lightning walking down the road? © 2019 Satish Verma |
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